Sand in My Shoes

Sand in my shoes, sand from Havana Calling me to that ever so heavenly shore Calling me back to you once more Dreams in the night, dreams of Havana Dreams of a love I hadn't the strength to refuse Darling, the sand is in my shoes Deep in my veins the sensuous strains Of the soft guitar, deep in my soul The thunderous roll of a tropic sea Under the stars that was Havana You are the moonlit memory I can't seem to lose That's why my life's an endless cruise All that is real is the feel of the sand in my shoes Deep in my veins the sensuous Strains of the soft guitar, deep in my soul The thunderous roll of a tropic sea Under the stars that was Havana You are the moonlit memory I can't seem to lose That's why my life's an endless cruise All that is real is the feel of the sand in my shoes All that is real is the feel of the sand in my, in my shoes