Back long ago nineteen fifty eight
There was a pianist to whom I would relate
I asked him how are you? I hope you are well
I'm looking for info on Carlos Gardel
He told me "Gardel oh the old friend of mine!"
"His music so great he could reach the divine"
"I miss him so much it was so long ago"
"I long to hear him again at a show"
Sunday, July 17, 2016
Argentina (2)
Well I've got some thoughts that I've put into rhyme
About the wild wonderful south Argentine
Ladies with tango that dance in the street
Beautiful lovely they are such a treat
Enticing entrancing just watching them spin
So much enjoyment but still not a sin
Beautiful rhythmic they whirl to the time
Tremendous ballet - their movement sublime
If I love to ninety I reckon I'll rate
Better than everything else to that date
Better than diamonds down in a mine
Nothing compares to that Tango sublime
About the wild wonderful south Argentine
Ladies with tango that dance in the street
Beautiful lovely they are such a treat
Enticing entrancing just watching them spin
So much enjoyment but still not a sin
Beautiful rhythmic they whirl to the time
Tremendous ballet - their movement sublime
If I love to ninety I reckon I'll rate
Better than everything else to that date
Better than diamonds down in a mine
Nothing compares to that Tango sublime
Argentina (1)
Oh how I long for romance Argentine
Where the lakes are so blue and the mountains so green
Where the coast meets the ocean proceeds endlessly
An Argentine romance would surely suit me
Oh how I long for an Argentine girl
To Tango with endlessly - together we whirl
To show me the cities and out to the sea
An Argentine woman would surely me
Oh how I long for an Argentine home
Where day after day through the grounds I would roam
Together with romance and women so fine
I know I would love growing old Argentine
Where the lakes are so blue and the mountains so green
Where the coast meets the ocean proceeds endlessly
An Argentine romance would surely suit me
Oh how I long for an Argentine girl
To Tango with endlessly - together we whirl
To show me the cities and out to the sea
An Argentine woman would surely me
Oh how I long for an Argentine home
Where day after day through the grounds I would roam
Together with romance and women so fine
I know I would love growing old Argentine
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