These Are the Times - Harry Belafonte

When tides at ease on the evening breeze

And the scarlet moon starts its gentle rise

The drowsy whale spouts a misty trail,

And the stars gather slowly in the skies

These Are The Times when I know

How alone one can be

And I yearn to go once again

Back to my girl down in Port of Spain

On some distant shore as I walk the sand,

And watch the lovers meet,

They stand in the moonlight hand in hand,

With the surf breaking over their feet.

These Are The Times when I know

How alone one can be

And I yearn to go once again

Back to my girl down in Port of Spain

In Mandalay at a gay cafe

In the wee little hours of morn,

When guitars and violins end their play

With a hymn to the goddess of dawn

These Are The Times when I know

How alone one can be

And I yearn to go once again

Back to my girl down in Port of Spain