Venezuela '1953 Songtext
von Harry Belafonte

I met her in Venezuela
With a basket on her head
And if she loved others she didn′t say
But I knew she do to pass away, pass away the time in Venezuela
Pass away the time in Venezuela

I gave her a silking sash of blue
A beautiful sash of blue
Because I knew that she could do with all the tricks, I knew she knew
To pass away the time in Venezuela
Pass away the time in Venezuela


And when the wind was out to sea
The wind was out to sea
She was taking leave of me
I said, "Cheer up, there'll always be
Sailors ashore on leave in Venezuela"
Sailors ashore on leave in Venezuela

Her linger was strange but the thought of her beautiful smile
The thought of her beautiful smile
Will haunt me and taunt me for many a mile
She was my girl and she did the while
To pass away the time in Venezuela
To pass away the time in Venezuela