Cuban girls
Push kingsaround
Morning and night in their earthly paradise but it's
all over now
And it's sad for me to admit that she could have loved
me but I left her behind
Sailors, sing a song of sorrow Will I come back
tomorrow? I don't know now
The Cuban girls say:
"Ai-i-yai-i-yai with each night that goes by
Tie another ribbon 'round the old palm tree
Ai-i-yai-i-yai with each night that goes by
I don't believe he's sailing home to me, to me"
Across the night, before it got light I used to call
her name
I would step from the dock saying things I should not
And hoping she might feel the same
And it's hard for me to understand how she could've
loved me but let me go blind
Sailors, sing a song for tomorrow there'll be tears
There'll be sorrow, I don't know why
Don't let me go to my grave
Without these memories I'm trying to save!
Oh the Cuban girls say:
"Ai-i-yai-i-yai with each night that goes by
Tie another ribbon 'round the old palm tree
Ai-i-yai-i-yai with each night that goes by
I don't belive he's sailing home to me, to me"