Imagine yourself in a vineyard,
by the shore,
With mango trees and deep warm skies,
Some hips sway golden,
Your love drifts to her hem,
A woman with the sweetest eyes,

Lemons in a blue vase,
Where roses have lounged,
Dream of a lady with moonlight,
Honey in her hair,
And her Beauty hymns,

Crescent in the Midnight sky,
A golden kiss for her hips,
Crescent in the Midnight sky,
All the pretty stars dip,

Your love kisses her,
all the way down,
Within,
And the stars are dancing,
in the plaza fountain,

Imagine yourself in a garden,
Upon a veranda,
With swaying irises and your love,
Caressing her violin hair,
Sweetly, her love is there,
The woman with the sweetest breasts,
They go well with the love in your eyes,

Crescent in the Midnight sky,
A forever kiss,
for her hips and soul,
Crescent in the Midnight sky,
All your pretty stars dip,

Sultry palm trees like dancers,
Dream on the shore,
Your love waltzing to give her,
Its flowers,
She lifts her hem,
With her exquisite head in the clouds,
Your love in her lap,
And her love is there,
The woman with the prettiest soul, ah,

Crescent in the Midnight sky,
All the pretty stars sigh,
Crescent in the Midnight sky,
And,
All your pretty stars sigh
Reynaldo Casison