Burl Ives - Venezuela



I met her in Venezuela

With a basket on her head

And if she loved others she didn't say

But I knew she do, to pass away the time in Venezuela

Pass away the time in Venezuela



I gave her a sash of blue

A beautiful sash of blue

Because I knew that she could do with all the tricks, I knew she knew

To pass away the time in Venezuela



And when the wind was out to sea, the wind was out to sea

And she was taking leave of me 

I said sheer up there'll always be

Sailors on shore on leave in Venezuela



Her linger was changed but the thought of her beautiful smile

The thought of her beautiful smile

Will haunt me and taunt me for many a mile

She was my gal and she did the wale 

To pass a time in Venezuela