Sand in My Shoes

Sand in My Shoes - Marjorie Kingsley

Sand in my shoes sand from Havana

Calling me to that ever so heavenly shore

Calling me back to you once more

Dreams in the night dreams of Havana

Dreams of a love I haven't the strength to refuse

Darling the sand is in my shoes

Deep in my veins the sensuous strains

Of the soft guitar

Deep in my soul the thunderous roll

Of a tropic sea under the stars

That was Havana

You are the moonlit memory I can't seem to lose

That's why my life's an endless cruise

All that is real is the feel of the sand in my shoes