Hernando's Hideaway - Ella Fitzgerald

I know a dark secluded place\nA place where no one knows your face\nA glass of wine a fast embrace\nIt’s called… hernando's hideaway… ol?\nAll you see are silhouettes\nAnd all you hear are castanets\nAnd no one cares how late it gets\nNot at hernando’s hideaway… ol?\nAt the golden fingerbowl or any place you go\nYou can meet your uncle max and everyone you know\nBut if you go to the spot that I am thinking of\nYou will be free… to gaze at me\nAnd talk of love\nJust knock three times and whisper low\nThat you and I were sent by joe\nThen strike a match and you will know\nThat you’re in hernando’s hideaway… ol?\nOh just knock three times and whisper low\nThat you and I were sent by joe\nThen strike a match and you will know\nThat you’re in hernando’s hideaway.