Harry Belafonte - These Are The Times

These Are The Times - Harry BelafonteWhen tides at ease on the evening breezeAnd the scarlet moon starts its gentle riseThe drowsy whale spouts a misty trailAnd the stars gather slowly in the skiesThese are the times when I knowHow alone one can beAnd I yearn to go once againBack to my girl down in Port of SpainOn some distant shore as I walk the sandAnd watch the lovers meetThey stand in the moonlight hand in handWith the surf breaking over their feetThese are the times when I knowHow alone one can beAnd I yearn to go once againBack to my girl down in Port of SpainIn Mandalay at a gay cafeIn the wee little hours of mornWhen guitars and violins end their playWith a hymn to the goddess of dawnThese are the times when I knowHow alone one can beAnd I yearn to go once againBack to my girl down in Port of SpainThese are the times when I knowHow alone one can beAnd I yearn to go once againBack to my girl down in Port of SpainThese are the times when I knowHow alone one can beAnd I yearn to go once againBack to my girl down in Port of Spain