VERSE: “In some Cuban town
You stop, watching an old maker of shawls
A quaint little man
Whose gay colored bazaar stands near the walls
He smiles thru his beard
And spins heavenly dreams for every made
A shawl in his hand
His call reaches their hearts as they parade
CHORUS: My shawl. Pretty lady
Try it on you.
Buy my shawl spun in magic,
Wishes come true.
Its glory weaves a story
Of love dreams old but new
My shawl brings romance
Maybe for you."