Hernando's Hideaway

Hernando's Hideaway - Billy Vaughn

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 ole

All you see are silohuettes

And all you hear are castanetts

And no one cares how late it gets

Not at Hernando's Hideaway ole

At the golden finger bowl

Or any place you go

You'll meet your uncle Max

And everyone you know

But if we 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 your

In Hernando's Hideaway OLE

Just knock three times and whisper low

That you and I were sent by Joe

Then Strike a match

And you will know your

In Hernando's Hideaway