Brazil (aquarela do brasil) de Xavier Cugat

Brazil, where hearts were entertaining june,
we stood beneath an amber moon
and softly murmured "someday ;
we kissed and clung together,
then, tomorrow was another day
the morning found me miles away
with still a million things to say;
now, when twilight dims the sky above
recalling thrills of our love,
there's one thing i'm certain of
return i will to old brazil.