Now neath the silver moon, ocean is glowing,
O'er the calm billows, soft winds are blowing.
Here balmy breezez blow, pure joys invite us.
and as we gently row, all thing delight us.
Hark how the sailors cry,
joyously echoes night,
Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia!
Home of fair poetry,
realm of pure harmony,
Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia.
When o'er the waters, light winds are playing,
thy spell can soothe us, all care allaying.
To the sweet Napoli, what charms are given,
Where smiles creation, toil blest by heaven.
Hark how the sailors cry......