Funiculi, Funicula

Some think the world is made for fun and frolic

And so do I!

Some think it well to be all melancholic

To pine and sigh;

But I, I love to spend my time in singing

Some joyous song;

To set the air with music bravely ringing

Is far from wrong!

Listen! Listen! echoes sound afar!

Listen! Listen! echoes sound afar!

Funiculi funicula', funiculi funicula'

Echoes sound afar! funiculi, funicula'

Some think it wrong to set the feet a-dancing

But not so I;

Some think that eyes should keep from coyly glancing

Upon the sly!

But oh! to me the mazy dance is charming

Divinely sweet

And surely there is nought that is alarming

In nimble feet?

Listen! Listen! music sounds afar!

Listen! Listen! music sounds afar!

Funiculi funicula', funiculi funicula'

Music sounds afar! funiculi, funicula'

Ah me! 'tis strange that some should take to sighing

And like it well;

For me, I have not thought it worth the trying

So cannot tell!

With laugh and dance and song the day soon passes

Full soon is gone

For mirth was made for joyous lads and lasses

To call their own!

Listen! Listen! hark! the soft guitar!

Listen! Listen! hark! the soft guitar!

Funiculi funicula', funiculi funicula'

Hark! the soft guitar! funiculi funicula'