James Taylor

more than a distant land
over a shining sea
more than the steaming green
more than the shining eyes

well they tell me it's only a dream in rio
nothing could 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 slips away"

strange taste of a tropical fruit
romantic language of the portuguese
melody on a wooden flute
somba floating in the summer breeze

it's alright you can stay asleep
you can close your eyes
you can trust the people of paradise
to call your keeper
and tender your goodbyes

oh what a night wonderful one in a million
frozen fire brazillian stars
oh holy southern cross
later on take me way downtown in a tin can;
can't come down from the bandstand
i'm never thrown for such a loss when they say

quando a nossa m