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!