These Are The Times

When tides at ease on the evening breeze

And the scarlet moon starts its gentle rise

The drowsy whale spouts a misty trail

And the stars gather slowly in the skies



These are the times when I know

How alone one can be

And I yearn to go once again

Back to my girl down in Port of Spain



On some distant shore as I walk the sand

And watch the lovers meet

They stand in the moonlight hand in hand

With the surf breaking over their feet



These are the times when I know

How alone one can be

And I yearn to go once again

Back to my girl down in Port of Spain



In Mandalay at a gay cafe

In the wee little hours of morn

When guitars and violins end their play

With a hymn to the goddess of dawn



These are the times when I know

How alone one can be

And I yearn to go once again

Back to my girl down in Port of Spain