Tom Manche

Lyrics

I Was the King’s Man in Cuba

I was the king’s man in Cuba
Governments ago
And I was loyal to the royalty of home.
I met a woman from Bermuda
With the face of a rose
And a voice like a black saxophone.

We set sail on a schooner
For a salty honeymoon
But we sailed into a maelstrom off the coast.
And there in the blue confusion
She was washed from her youth
And that night I made love with her ghost.

Now the parrots and the pirates
Down on Paradise Cove
Have all shipped into history from those days
But somewhere off Havana
Way on down below
A heart is breaking in the waves

I was the king’s man in Cuba
Governments ago
And I was cryin’ like a siren in the deep
‘Cuz I lost that woman from Bermuda
With the face of a rose
And eyes I can’t close when I sleep
And eyes that never close when I sleep