Mandolin, oh, mandolin
Waiting in the dark.
Centuries pass down upon
Your smooth Venetian skin.

Memories, oh, memories
Lay stains upon your heart.
When lovers danced into the trance
You weaved by candlelight.

I saw a sunrise like never before,
As the mandolin played, I cried for more.

Mandolin, oh, mandolin
Waiting in the dark.
Centuries passed down upon
Your smooth Venetian skin.

Incessant sound, incessant sound
That stirs the young and pure.
Incestuous I kiss my hand
And play the calling drum.

The lover cried into the silk,
Many years ago.
Your voice laid comfort down upon
His European skin.