When the night is cold and phone Is ringing in my bones And the wine is gone so long ago. And the nose of Isabella Is closed like an umbrella And the wine is gone so long ago. Let me take you to my sea, Where desire is soft and free, And there's rings of wings and rice, Oh, Isabella I wish you here. When the moon is made of sand And the sand is made of moon And my beard is like a beer to the sun. And the black Tambura sounds Like a hole of sterling pounds And my beard is like a beer to the sun. Let me take you to my sea, Where desire is soft and free, And there's rings of wings and rice, Oh, Isabella I wish you here.