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Text: Cliff Richard. La Gonave.

La Gonave, I see your mist
La Gonave, well I know you're kissed
By the same sea of trouble that stretches back home
La Gonave, you've got troubles of your own

Yes, I got troubles, won't you come on and see
I got my needs just follow me
But they gonna ease by and by
If you tell all the people that it's no lie

You only came for forty eight hours
Didn't realize how useless I was
Came to you for the nation sells lies
Lord knows, but I still feel helpless

La Gonave, I don't feel good
La Gonave, do you think I should
Turn my back and walk away
La Gonave, tell me what to say

If I'd been at home, would you telephone me
I'm situated across the sea
But it's a small world from any point of view
Spare a thought, this could have been you

You shook my senses, took my time
Froze my feeling, broke my mind
La Gonave, you've played your part
La Gonave, you sure got heart

Didn't leave my heart in San Francisco
Didn't want to stay in Omaha
Never got fooled by New York City
But I lost my heart to La Gonave

Didn't leave my heart in San Francisco
Didn't want to stay in Omaha
Never got fooled by New York City
But I lost my heart to La Gonave

Didn't leave my heart in San Francisco
Didn't want to stay in Omaha
Never got fooled by New York City
But I lost my heart to La Gonave

Richard Cliff