Here she comes the mysterious lady from St Martinique. When she goes a strollin' the eyes are all rollin' at her for a peek. When she goes a walkin' the island starts talkin' admiring the golden physique.
I woke up this mornin' in a terrible mood,. You talk about a woman treatin' a good man rude. She left me talkin' to myself just a gazin' at that mean old wall..
Recorded by Hank Snow. . When the western sun is sinking and the moon creeps thru the sky. And the little doggies cuddle close and dream. Then I'll ride on down the canyon with a heart that's light and free.
For years and years I've rambled drank my wines and gambled. But one day I thought I'd settle down. I met a perfect lady she said she'd be my baby. We built a cottage in the old hometown.
There is but one real religion that redeems a sinners soul. It's as timeless as the ages and it never will grow old. My Lord Jesus, he's the power.I am the way, the truth, the life.
There's a place I'll always cherish, 'neath the blue Atlantic sky. Where the shores down in Cape Breton bid the golden sun to rise. And the fragrance of the apple blossoms sprays the dew-kissed lawns.
There are friends who will want you but just for a day. There are pals you think true but they'll cast you away. But there's one loving soul boys I'll sure recommend.
I never knew that the place I grew is the grandest place on earth. Till I roamed around from town to town but now I know what it's worth. Listen while I'll tell you bout the place I mean.
I want to go back to the little grass shack in Kealakekua Hawaii. I want to be with all the kanes and wahines that I used to know long ago. I can hear the old guitars a playing on the beach at Honaunau.
THERE'S A PLACE IN HAWAII. THAT IS VERY DEAR TO ME. I AM HOMESICK AS CAN BE. WON'T YOU LISTEN TO MY PLEA?. . I WANT TO GO BACK TO MY LITTLE GRASS SHACK IN KEALAKEKUA HAWAII.
Some folks like to wish upon a little silver star. Others wish upon that big old moon. If you want to make a wish and have that wish come true. Let me tell you I should know because one night in June.
Written by B. Peterson and B. Bergantine. Recorded by Hank Snow. . Evening shadows make me blue. When each weary day is through. How I long to be with you, my happiness.
Recorded by Hank Snow. . My good gal is gone, don't know why she went away. Yes, my gal's gone, don't know why she went away. All I know is she's gone didn't have a word to say.
The man above was a murderer the man below was a thief. And I lay there in the bunk between ailing beyond belief. A weary armful of skin and bone wasted with pain and grief.
The postman dropped a letter in my door. The address wasn't plain, but I could see. It had traveled far across the great Pacific. From my Filipino Rose across the sea.
My dreams tell it like it was but my eyes see it like it is. . Seems like only yesterday when I had everything. But today I can't face the hurt tomorrow bring.
There are flowrs that are rich there are flowers that are rare. On the banks where the bright water flows. But the sweetest of all nature's flowers to bloom.
Now the sweetest girl in all the world is my blue eyed Jane. We fell in love like turtle doves while the moon was shining down. I asked her then I asked her when the wedding bells would ring.
My arms are a house I want you to live there. Come into my house for you have the key. My heart is the door that's waiting wide open. To welcome the love who shares it with me.
Recorded by Hank Snow. . Well her eyes they sparkle like the sandy dunes. And her voice it rings like all the latest tunes. And when she speaks my name her eyes fairly light up and shine.