These Are the Times

When tired at ease on the evening breeze

And this carded moon starts its gentle rise

A drowsy whale spots a misty trail

And the stars gather slowly in the skies

These are the times when I know

How a low one can be

And I yearn to go once again

Back to my girl down in Port of Spain

On some distant shores as I walk the sand

And watch lovers as they meet

They stand in the moonlight hand in hand

With the surf breaking over their feet

These are the times when I know

How a low one can be

And I yearn to go once again

Back to my girl down in Port of Spain

In Mandalay at a gay café

In the evening hours of morn

When guitars and violins e'er play

With a hymn to the goddess of morn

These are the times when I know

How a low one can be

And I yearn to go once again

Back to my girl down in Port of Spain

These are the times when I know

How a low one can be

And I yearn to go once again

Back to my girl down in Port of Spain

These are the times when I know (When I know)

How a low one can be (How a low one)