@migu music@

Hernando's Hideaway - Alma Cogan

I know a dark secluded place

A place where no one knows your face

A glass of wine a fast embrace

It's called Hernando's Hideaway OLÉ

All you see are silhouettes

And all you hear are castanets

And no one cares how late it gets

Not at Hernando's Hideaway OLÉ

At the Golden Fingerbowl or any place you go

You can meet your Uncle Max and everyone you know

But if you go to the spot that I am thinking of

You will be free to gaze at me

And talk of love

Just knock three times and whisper low

That you and I were sent by Joe

Then strike a match and you will know

That you're in Hernando's Hideaway OLÉ

At the Golden Fingerbowl or any place you go

You can meet your Uncle Max

And everyone you know

But if you go to the spot that I am thinking of

You will be free

To gaze at me

And talk of love

Just knock three times and whisper low

That you and I were sent by Joe

Then strike a match and you will know

That you're in Hernando's Hideaway OLÉ