Mabel Mercer
Sand in My Shoes
Sand in my shoes, sand from HavanaCalling me to that ever so heavenly shoreCalling me back to you once moreDreams in the night, dreams of HavanaDreams of a love I hadn't the strength to refuseDarling, the sand is in my shoesDeep in my veins the sensuous strainsOf the soft guitar, deep in my soulThe thunderous roll of a tropic seaUnder the stars that was HavanaYou are the moonlit memory I can't seem to loseThat's why my life's an endless cruiseAll that is real is the feel of the sand in my shoesDeep in my veins the sensuousStrains of the soft guitar, deep in my soulThe thunderous roll of a tropic seaUnder the stars that was HavanaYou are the moonlit memory I can't seem to loseThat's why my life's an endless cruiseAll that is real is the feel of the sand in my shoesAll that is real is the feel of the sand in my, in my shoes
From Letras Mania