Sometimes I go back to that night when the wind hits my hair And pieces of my memory come back to take me there For a moment I am drifting with the wind across the sea in the hemisphere That's south of here where the fruit grows in the trees There is where I met my fair Spanish maiden with flowers in her hair She spoke to me I did not understand but she did not seem to care (CHORUS) Mas despacio, no comprende, no entiendo- what you say? - I can not understand you but I love you anyway - Yo lo tengo- A Bottle of Moonlight & sand beneath my feet on that Caribbean Night - Reach right up and touch the sky, surrounded by the contents of the Bottle of Moonlight that's within your eyes She doesn't speak a bit of English, and yo no hablo Espanol - We have better conversations than most people that I know - All those fancy Spanish words to me they don't make beans, But when she looks me in the eyes I know just what she means - A common language we don't have, but what we've got is a mutual understanding - When your words must speak for love, then what you've got has become all too Demanding (CHORUS) So we were married on the beach in a chapel made of sand - Jose Cuervo was the priest and a lime was my best man - We made are vows, and took our cares and threw them all away - We danced along the moonlit shores and limboed the night away - And even now when the wind will blow sometimes I can still hear her say "And now I know you've got to go, but I'll wait for you come back to me some Day" (CHORUS