words and music by Robb (Rabbitt) MacKay      Some times when the sun goes down   And I'm lost in some other town   My thoughts may drift away   To Manzanillo Bay      And I can see a fisherman   His day's catch Iying on the sand   Underneath the palms that sway   Over Manzanillo Bay      CHORUS:   Now I'm missing your silver moon   Black sands and your blue lagoon   Some day I would like to be   Back next to your shining sea   Drinking rum from a conch shell   Caught up in your magic spell   Some day I would like to go   Back down to Mexico      I remember your fields of cane   Your warm breezes and jungle rains   And watching the children play   Over Manzanillo Bay      And out in your market square   The women sing out to sell their wares   I've got fresh shrimp today   From Manzanillo Bay      CHORUS      And under the spell of night   The bay reflecting the harbor light   You can hear the guitar play   Over Manzanillo Bay      And if you're thinking about romance   And you're willing to take a chance   Just pick any small cafe   In Manzanillo Bay      CHORUS      Some times when the sun goes down   And I'm lost in some other town   My thoughts may drift away   To Manzanillo Bay