Robert Parks

Lyrics

Hey Trancoso

Say “hey” to the market place
Where she strolls on Saturday
Say “hey” to the vendors there
Who try to catch her in mid-sway
“Try my fresh papaya”..., “acaraje
Come try it”... “pearls match the
Luster of your eyes”
They see the dreamy picture
Sigh and drift away when she
Turns and walks on by

And wouldn’t you miss her?
And wouldn’t you kiss her?
Wouldn’t you love her all your days?
Wouldn’t you know it...if only to think it?
Wouldn’t you stow it for the rain?

“Quer ser minha esposa?”
I’ll write it on the beach
Big toe before the surf
Splash us both...
Washing it clean

Say “hey” to Trancoso sand
Where she’s basking in the sun
Jangada fisherman
And the soccer players run
Scritch scratch... the mangrove crabs
Go scitter scatter scitter scatter on the
Low tide beach today
Caporeira dancers almost breaking trances
To gaze too long her way

Written by Robert Parks '04