Hernando's Hideaway

Hernando's Hideaway - ARCHIE BLEYER

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

And 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 if you'll go the spot

That I am thinkin' 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

Ole

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