On the island of Stromboli, recklessly I gave my heart,
On the island of Stromboli, every dream I own had its start.
If you tell me it was madness, I can only shrug and sigh,
If you ask me for a reason, I can't tell you why.
It wasn't the moonlight, for there wasn't a moon.
No violins were playing, yet our heart-strings were in tune.
How can I forget Stromboli, how can I begin to try,
Tell me I'll regret Stromboli, I'll say what care I?
