I       know a  dark secluded place A place where no one knows your face      glass  of  wine a   fast embrace   It’s called Hernando’s Hideaway (ole) All you see are  silhouettes And all you hear are castanets And  no one cares how late it gets Not at Hernando’s Hideaway (ole) Bridge: At the golden finger bowl or anyplace you go You will meet your uncle Max and ev’ryone you know But if you go to that 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 You’re in Hernando’s Hideaway (ole)