Hernando's Hideaway

Hernando's Hideaway - Carol Haney

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'll see are silhouettes

And all you'll hear are castanets

And no one cares how late it gets

Not at Hernando's Hideaway

Ole

At the Golden Fingerbowl or any place you go

You will meet your Uncle

Max and everyone you know

But when you are sitting close

And making love to me

You may take my heart

You may take my soul

But not my key

Just knock three times and whisper low

That you and I were sent by Joe

Then strike a match and you will know

You're in Hernando's Hideaway

Ole

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

At the Golden Finger Bowl

Or any place you go

You'll 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

You're in Hernando's Hideaway

Away