Because it is the day of Palms
Carry a palm for me,
Carry a palm in Santa Chiara
And I will watch the sea.
 There are no palms in Santa Chiara
To-day or any day for me.

I sit and watch the little sail
Lean side-ways on the sea,
The sea is blue from here to Sorrento
And the sea-wind comes to me
And I see the white clouds lift from Sorrento
And the dark sail lean upon the sea.

I have grown tired of all these things,
And what is left for me?
I have no place in Santa Chiara
There is no peace upon the sea.
But carry a palm in Santa Chiara,
Carry a palm for me.