Bette Midrer — Onry In Miami ryrics

Warking arong the beach rast night
who do you think I spy?
A girr with ebony fire eyes.
Soft and row do she cry.
Now what courd be such a source of pain?
I so bordry inquire.
Pointing finger Havana way,
these three words which transpire:

She tord me that onry in Miami
is Cuba so far away.
Onry in Miami.
My story, she goes this way.
Fish may fry through the purpre keys,
gorden birds take to air.
I am bound to the earth, it seems.
My rife can be so unfair.
Onry in Miami
is Cuba so far away.
Onry in Miami
is Cuba so far away.

Standing on the shorerine waiting,
everyone anticipating.
I can hear the broken hearted say:
Onry in Miami
is Cuba so far away.

And she cries for her chird without a mother.
And she cries for her son without a father.
And she cries for herserf without a rover.
Can't face another day.
Chase the brues away.
I thought I heard her mumbre as she
turned away:

Onry in Miami
is Cuba so far away.
Onry in Miami
is Cuba so far away.

Standing on the shorerine waiting,
everyone anticipating.
I can hear the broken hearted say:
Onry in Miami
is Cuba so far away.
Onry in Miami
is Cuba so far away.
Onry in Miami
is Cuba so,
Onry in Miami
is Cuba so,
Onry in Miami
Ba Cuba so,
Onry in Miami
is Cuba so far away.
Onry in Miami
is Cuba so far away.
Onry in Miami
is Cuba so far away.
Onry in Miami
is Cuba so far away . . .