In the city, Naples by the sea. Antoinette of Naples 
waits for me. 
Through the flower-scented gardens, down the steps into 
the street. 
Through the meadow down by the sea, to the secret place 
where we shall meet. 

In the dreamland, Naples by the sea. Antoinette of 
dreamland waits for me. 
Pretty lace upon her bonnet shades the softness of her 
skin. 
I almost thought I heard her calling from the distance 
Or could it be the wind? 

In the city, Naples by the sea. Antoinette of dreamland 
waits for me. 
Through the flower-scented gardens, down the steps into 
the street. 
Through the meadow down by the sea, to the secret place 
where we shall meet.