manzanillo bay

sometimes 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 lying on the sand

underneath the palms that sway

over manzanillo bay

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

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

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

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

sometimes when the sun goes down

and i'm lost in some other town

my thoughts may drift away

to manzanillo bay

to manzanillo bay

to manzanillo bay

to manzanillo bay