La Isla Bonita

Last night I dreamed of Saint Town
Never did it like that and on the island I saw
Young with eyes of fire
Just a dream it was but there I'll be
That tropical island
Palm tree, beach, sun, and sea
There is where I long to be
The beautiful island
And when the time of sea arrives
High in the sky will be the sun
My eyes will see you
And alone you and I in
Your Spanish lullaby.