I have a garden beautiful
By a sea of peerless blue,
There are sunny slopes and grottoes cool, 
And a streamlet wanders through.

There are oranges and cypresses,
there are vines and olives grey,
And soft winds rustling through the trees,
That whisp'ring seem to say:

"Come to my bounteous Paradise,
My Eden of the South,
Come with the love-light in your eyes,
Warm kisses on your mouth."

Thrilled by the flower-scented gale,
The sea and sky of blue,
My trembling pulses start and fail,
And faint, dear heart, for you.

Shine through the air, a vision fair,
And make my dream come true!