Hernando's Hideaway - Guy Lombardo

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, a-way!

All you see are silhouettes

And all you hear are castanets

And no one cares how late it gets

Not at Hernando’s hideaway, a-way!

At the Golden Finger Bowl or anyplace you go You will 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 and match and you will know

You’re in Hernando’s hideaway, a-way!

I know a dark, secluded place

A place where no one ever knows your face!

Wine is fine with a fast embrace

Hernando’s Hideaway -away!

At the Golden Finger Bowl or anyplace you go You will 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 and match and you will know

You’re in Hernando’s hideaway!