BRAZIL (AQUARELA DO BRASIL)

Xavier Cugat



Brazil, where hearts were entertaining June,

We stood beneath an amber moon

And softly murmured "someday soon."

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.