You know my heart is still in the Caribbean
I still hear my girlfriend say
Come Back Home, to the land of the palmy beaches
Where your heart has always been, since the very first dayI still miss Goombay Samba every evening
And the sailing boats beneath the bridge so high
I feel the sun and my heart within me leaving
To come back to Nassau, to the sun, the sea and the sky
I hear cowbells and the drums on New Years morning
And I smell hibiscus in the tropic skies above
Look at the boats and the conch and fish a dawnin
