Torma a surriento - Connie Francis

Sunlight dances on the sea

Tender thoughts occur to me

I have often seen your eyes

In the nighttime when I dream

When I pass a garden fair

And the scent is in the air

In my mind a dream awakes

And my heart begins to break

But you said goodbye to me

Now all I can do is grieve

Can it be that you forgot?

Darling forget me not!

Please don’t say farewell

So I can mend