Dean Martin - Volare - Lyrics

We had an 'Italian Bakery' in the Bronx back in the day. The Baker's Young Italian Son was in love with my Sister Carmen and he'd sing 'Volare' to her every morning a 6am when the Fresh Italian Bread trucks would arrive. I'd wake to the waft of Italian pastry and his melodic singing. My mother years later would say, 'You should have married el Italiano, you would have never wanted for bread'...this is why, I cry :(  ana <3