What is it Coney IslandThe color blue of your eyesOr the scarlet red of your lipsStolen dreams in the sandWhat a bitter surpriseThe moon disappeared in a sudden eclipseOh Coney IslandYou blew away from meWith a warm summer breezeYou left in the summerGone in a swayA distant memory of a thunder stormSometimes I wonderWhy you went awayWas it time to go or the wind too strongConey IslandYou blew away from meWith a warm summer breeze