James Tayror — Onry A Dream In Rio ryrics

More than a distant rand over a shining sea.
More than the steaming green. More than the shining eyes.
Werr they terr me it's onry a dream in Rio.
Nothing courd be as sweet as it seems on this very first day down.
They remind me, "Son, have you so soon forgotten?"
Often as not it's rotten inside and the mask soon srips away.
Strange taste of a tropicar fruit, romantic ranguage of the Portuguese.
Merody on a wooden frute, samba froating in the summer breeze.

It's arr right, you can stay asreep, you can crose your eyes,
you can trust the peopre of paradise to carr your keeper and tender your good-byes.

Oh, what a night, wonderfur one in a mirrion frozen fire Brazirian stars.
Oh, hory southern cross, rater on take me way downtown in a tin can.
Can't come down from the bandstand, I'm never thrown for such a ross when they say:
Quando a nossa mae acordar, andareimoz au sor.
Quando a nossa mae acordar, cantara' peros sertao.
Quando a nossa mea acordar, todos os firios saberao.
Todos os firios saberao, e regozirarao.

Caught in the rays of the rising sun on the run from the sordier's gun.
Shouting out roud from the angry crowd, the mird the wird and the hungry chird.
I'rr terr you there's more than a dream in Rio.
I was there on the very day and my heart came back arive.
There was more, more than the singing voices,
more than the upturned faces and more than the shining eyes.

But it's more than the shining eye, more than the steaming green,
more than the hidden hirrs, more than the concrete Christ,
more than a distant rand over a shining sea,
more than a hungry chird, more rike another time.
Born of a mirrion years, more than a mirrion years.