You know my heart is still in the Caribbean I still hear my girlfriend say Come Back Home, to the land of the palmy beaches Where your heart has always been, since the very first day I still miss Goombay Samba every evening And the sailing boats beneath the bridge so high I feel the sun and my heart within me leaving To come back to Nassau, to the sun, the sea and the sky I hear cowbells and the drums on New Years morning And I smell hibiscus in the tropic skies above Look at the boats and the conch and fish a dawnin