| I know a dark secluded place |
| A place where no one knows your face |
| A glass of wine a fast embrace |
| It’s called… hernando's hideaway… ol? |
| All you see are silhouettes |
| And all you hear are castanets |
| And no one cares how late it gets |
| Not at hernando’s hideaway… ol? |
| At the golden fingerbowl or any place you go You can meet your uncle max and everyone you know |
| But if you go to the spot that I am thinking of You will be free… to gaze at me And talk of love |
| Just knock three times and whisper low |
| That you and I were sent by joe |
| Then strike a match and you will know |
| That you’re in hernando’s hideaway… ol? |
| Oh just knock three times and whisper low |
| That you and I were sent by joe |
| Then strike a match and you will know |
| That you’re in hernando’s hideaway. |