Hernando's Hideaway - Alma Cogan
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 see are silohuettes
And all you hear are castanetts
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 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 on match and you will know
You're in 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 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 on match and you will know
You're in hernando's hideaway ole