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 The Time In Venezuela


Pass Away The Time In Venezuela





I Gave Her A 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





And When The Wind Was Out To Sea, The Wind Was Out To Sea


And She Was Taking Leave Of Me


I Said Sheer Up There'll Always Be


Sailors On Shore On Leave In Venezuela





Her Linger Was Changed 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 Gal And She Did The Wale


To Pass A Time In Venezuela