From the album YEAR OF SUNDAY (1972)

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