harry belafonte
these are the times
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  