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)