Chuck Berry – How High The Moon scritto da admin 18 Gennaio 2016 Havana moon, Havanna moon Me all alone with jug of rum Me stand and wait for boat to come Is long de night, is quiet de dark De boat she late, it’s twelve o’clock Me watch de tide easin’ in Is low de moon but high de wind Havana moon, Havana moon Me all alone, me open de rum Is long de wait for boat to come American girl come back to me We’ll sail away across de sea We’ll dock in New York De buildin’s high We find a home in de sky Havana moon, Havana moon Me still alone, me sip de rum Me wonder when de boat she come To bring me love, oh sweet little thing She rock’n’roll, she dance and sing She hold me tight, she touch me lips Me eyes they close, me heart she flip Havana moon, Havana moon But still alone me drinkin’ de rum Begin to think de boat no come American girl she tell a lie She say "Till then," she mean "Goodbye " Havana moon, Havana moon Me lay down alone, was good de rum Me fall asleep, de boat she come De girl she look till come de dawn She weep and cry, return for home De whistle blow, me open me eyes Was bright de sun, was blue de sky Me grab me shoes, me jump and run Me see de boat head for horizon Havana moon, is gone de rum De boat she sail, my love she gone Havana moon, Havana moon Havana moon, Havanna moon