MADONNA MIA
Al Capone
Mark Demmin

In a quaint Italian garden
While the stars were all aglow,
Once I heard a lover singing
To the one that he loved so.
In that quaint Italian garden,
Neath the starry sky above,
Every night he'd serenade her,
With his tender song of love:

"Madonna mia,
You're the bloom of the roses;
You're the charm that reposes
In the heart of a song.
Madonna mia,
With your true love to guide me,
Let whatever betide me,
I will never go wrong.
There's only one moon above,
One golden sun.
There's only one that I love -
You are the one.
Madonna mia,
This I vow here before you:
Till the end I'll adore you,
Madonna mia."

Once again I see that garden -
Many years have hurried by.
I can see that sweet Madonna -
There's a teardrop in her eye.
For her soldier has departed -
Left his loved one with a sigh.
She said "I will wait forever"
As he sang this last goodbye:

"Madonna mia ... "






(Contributed by Lou Rugani - The Music of the Stars - June 2009)