Somewhere a summer night is falling,
somewhere a lonely voice is
"Come for I wait for you still
in the heart of Brazil."
arms, how tight they used to hold me,
warm lips, the lovely things they told me.
remember each thrill
of a summer in old Brazil.
I see the stars on the
I still hear the whispers of the sea.
Oh, why, when our love was so young
why did I leave you alone that way?
Now, somewhere, when summer winds
somewhere you'll hear my poor heart crying,
"Love, if you care for me
please, keep waiting until
that moment when I return to old Brazil."
- Michael Vaughn