these are the times

Harry Belafonte

When tides at ease on the evening breeze
And the scarlet moon starts its gentle rise
The drowsy whale spouts a misty trail,
And the stars gather slowly in the skies

These are the times when I know
How alone one can be
And I yearn to go once again
Back to my girl down in Port of Spain

On some distant shore as I walk the sand,
And watch the lovers meet,
They stand in the moonlight hand in hand,
With the surf breaking over their feet.

These are the times when I know
How alone one can be
And I yearn to go once again
Back to my girl down in Port of Spain

In Mandalay at a gay cafe
In the wee little hours of morn,
When guitars and violins end their play
With a hymn to the goddess of dawn

These are the times when I know
How alone one can be
And I yearn to go once again
Back to my girl down in Port of Spain