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
(o - le!)
All you see are silhouettes,
And all you hear are castanets,
And no one cares how late it gets,
Not at Hernando's Hideaway
(o - le!)
Bridge:
At the golden finger bowl or anyplace you go,
You will meet your uncle Max and ev'ryone you know;
But if you go to that 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 a match and you will know
You're in Hernando's Hidewaay
(o - le!)
Writer(s): Jerry J. Ross, Richard Adler
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