Sand in my shoes, sand from Havana   Calling me to that ever so heavenly shore   Calling me back to you once more      Dreams in the night, dreams of Havana   Dreams of a love I hadn?t the strength to refuse   Darling, the sand is in my shoes      Deep in my veins the sensuous strains   Of the soft guitar, deep in my soul   The thunderous roll of a tropic sea   Under the stars that was Havana      You are the moonlit memory I can?t seem to lose   That?s why my life?s an endless cruise   All that is real is the feel of the sand in my shoes      Deep in my veins the sensuous   Strains of the soft guitar, deep in my soul   The thunderous roll of a tropic sea   Under the stars that was Havana      You are the moonlit memory I can?t seem to lose   That?s why my life?s an endless cruise   All that is real is the feel of the sand in my shoes   All that is real is the feel of the sand in my, in my shoes