LYRIC

Sometimes I go back to that night when the wind hits my hair
And pieces of my memory come back to take me there
For a moment I am drifting with the wind across the sea in the hemisphere
That's south of here where the fruit grows in the trees
There is where I met my fair Spanish maiden with flowers in her hair
She spoke to me I did not understand but she did not seem to care

[Chorus:] Mas despacio, no comprende, no entiendo- what you say?
– I can not understand you but I love you anyway
– Yo lo tengo- A Bottle of Moonlight & sand beneath my feet on that Caribbean
Night
– Reach right up and touch the sky, surrounded by the contents of the Bottle of
Moonlight that's within your eyes

She doesn't speak a bit of English, and yo no hablo Espanol
– We have better conversations than most people that I know
– All those fancy Spanish words to me they don't make beans,
But when she looks me in the eyes I know just what she means
– A common language we don't have, but what we've got is a mutual understanding
– When your words must speak for love, then what you've got has become all too
Demanding

[Chorus:]

So we were married on the beach in a chapel made of sand
– Jose Cuervo was the priest and a lime was my best man
– We made are vows, and took our cares and threw them all away
– We danced along the moonlit shores and limboed the night away
– And even now when the wind will blow sometimes I can still hear her say
"and now I know you've got to go, but I'll wait for you come back to me some
Day"

(Chorus

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