Only a Dream in Rio

More than distant land

More than shining sea

More than steaming green

More than shining eyes

Well, they tell me it's only a dream in Rio

Nothing could be as sweet as it seems

On this very first day down

They remind me "Son, have you so soon forgotten?

Often as not it's rotten inside,

and the mask soon slips away."

Strange taste of a tropical fruit

Romantic language of the Portuguese

Melody on a wooden flute

somba floating in the summer breeze

Ahhhhhhhh...

Well, it's all right

You can stay asleep

You can close your eyes

You can trust the people of paradise

To call your keeper

And tender your goodbyes

Oh, what a night

Wonderful one in a million

Frozen fire brazillian stars

Oh, holy southern cross

Later on take me way downtown in a tin can;

I Can't come down from the bandstand

I'm never thrown for such a loss

When they sang...

"Quando a nossa mãe acordar,

Andaremos ao sol.

Quando a nossa mãe acordar,

Cantará pelo sertão.

Quando a nossa mãe acordar,

Todos os filhos saberão.

Todos os filhos saberão.

E se alegrarão."

Caught in the rays of the rising sun.

On the run from the soldier's gun,

Shouting out loud from the angry crowd.

The mild the wild and the hungry child,

I'll tell you there's more than a dream in Rio.

I was there on the very day.

And my heart came back alive,

There was more,

Aore than singing voices,

More than upturned faces.

And more than the shining eyes.

But it's more than shining eyes

More than steaming green

More than hidden hills

More than concrete christ

More than distant land

Over a shining sea

More than a hungry child

More like another time

Born of a million years

More than a million years