Venezuela

I met her in Venezuela
With a basket on her head
And if she loved others
Well she didn’t say
But I knew she’d do to pass away
To pass away the time in Venezuela
To pass away the time in Venezuela
I bought her a silken sash of blue
A beautiful sash of blue
Because I knew that she would do
With all the tricks I knew she knew
To pass away the time in Venezuela
To pass away the time in Venezuela
Her lingo was strange
But the thought of her beautiful smile
The thought of her beautiful smile
Will haunt me and taunt me
For many’s the mile
For she was my girl and she did the while
To pass away the time in Venezuela
To pass away the time in Venezuela
The wind was out to sea, out to sea
The wind was out to sea
And she was taking leave of me
I said cheer up, there’ll always be
There’ll always be sailors ashore in Venezuela
There’ll always be sailors ashore in Venezuela