I'm going down south, away from this freezing cold
To the coconut trees and the warm winds of may
I'll get there in time to watch the violent sea fold
Or catch the apostles relics on full display
Cinnamon and pepper wafting through the air
Communist posters tied from the trees
I'll tie a ribbon in your pretty brown hair
You won't need any more guarantees
And Rosalie she's standing in a white silk dress
She's laughing at me but trying not to let it show
G/Am F C
She's calling me now and I must go
Mothers here do things their own way
No time to kill, no love to spare
But the daughters are lovely like a spring bouquet
They don't need a reason to care
The lone trumpeter plays a haunting tune
As the church goers say amen
I'm standing outside playing with my harpoon
As the fishing nets they come up empty yet again
There's a lady by the beach with her heirloom eyes
She's selling beads out of a one room store
I watch her talk as she's robbing me blind
But I'm not complaining that's what I'm here for
And Rosalie she's sitting on her fathers' boat
She tells me there's something magical below
G/Am F C
But she's calling me now and I must go
Many a sailor has sailed this coast
For which many others paid the price
Just to drink Madeira wine on this here eastern post
Four hundred years later I hope they're satisfied
Cobblestone roads are filled with the faithful
As the setting sun turns the sky to blue
And the prophesier, he's saying something distasteful
But I don't care, I'm heading towards something brand new
And Rosalie she's got a crucifix around her neck
And from I can tell, an effervescent glow
I don't know where she's taking me this time or whether I'm even coming back
But she's calling me now and I must go