When the moon hangs low in Napoli
There’s a handsome gondolier
Every night he sings so happily
So his lady love can hear
In a manner so bravissimo
He repeats his serenade
And his heart beats so fortissimo
When she raises her Venetian shade...

Ciribiribin, he waits for her each night beneath her balcony;
Ciribiribin, he begs to hold her tight, but no, she won’t agree...
Ciribiribin, she throws a rose and blows a kiss from up above,
Ciribiribin, Ciribiribin, Ciribiribin, they’re so in love!