| Song | Hernando's Hideaway |
| Artist | Ella Fitzgerald |
| Album | Ella Sings Broadway |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lyrics:Richard Adler/Jerry Ross Music:Richard Adler/Jerry Ross | |
| I know a dark secluded place. | |
| A place where no one knows your face. | |
| A glass of wine, a fast embrace. | |
| It called Hernando Hideaway. Ole! | |
| All youl see are silhouettes. | |
| And all youl hear are castanets. | |
| And no one cares how late it gets. | |
| Not at Hernando Hideaway. Ole! | |
| At the Golden Fingerbowl or any place you go | |
| You will meet your Uncle Max and everyone you know, | |
| But if youl go to the spot that I am thinkin?of, | |
| You will be free to gaze at me and talk of love. | |
| Just knock thee times and whisper low | |
| That you and I were sent by Joe, | |
| Then strike a match and you will know | |
| Youe in Hernando Hideway. Ole! | |
| Just knock three times and whisper low | |
| That you and I were sent by Joe, | |
| Then strike a match and you will know | |
| Youe in Hernando Hideaway. |
| Lyrics: Richard Adler Jerry Ross Music: Richard Adler Jerry Ross | |
| I know a dark secluded place. | |
| A place where no one knows your face. | |
| A glass of wine, a fast embrace. | |
| It called Hernando Hideaway. Ole! | |
| All you l see are silhouettes. | |
| And all you l hear are castanets. | |
| And no one cares how late it gets. | |
| Not at Hernando Hideaway. Ole! | |
| At the Golden Fingerbowl or any place you go | |
| You will meet your Uncle Max and everyone you know, | |
| But if you l go to the spot that I am thinkin? of, | |
| You will be free to gaze at me and talk of love. | |
| Just knock thee times and whisper low | |
| That you and I were sent by Joe, | |
| Then strike a match and you will know | |
| You e in Hernando Hideway. Ole! | |
| Just knock three times and whisper low | |
| That you and I were sent by Joe, | |
| Then strike a match and you will know | |
| You e in Hernando Hideaway. |
| Lyrics: Richard Adler Jerry Ross Music: Richard Adler Jerry Ross | |
| I know a dark secluded place. | |
| A place where no one knows your face. | |
| A glass of wine, a fast embrace. | |
| It called Hernando Hideaway. Ole! | |
| All you l see are silhouettes. | |
| And all you l hear are castanets. | |
| And no one cares how late it gets. | |
| Not at Hernando Hideaway. Ole! | |
| At the Golden Fingerbowl or any place you go | |
| You will meet your Uncle Max and everyone you know, | |
| But if you l go to the spot that I am thinkin? of, | |
| You will be free to gaze at me and talk of love. | |
| Just knock thee times and whisper low | |
| That you and I were sent by Joe, | |
| Then strike a match and you will know | |
| You e in Hernando Hideway. Ole! | |
| Just knock three times and whisper low | |
| That you and I were sent by Joe, | |
| Then strike a match and you will know | |
| You e in Hernando Hideaway. |