Music by: Wayne, Mabel
Words by: Gilbert, L. Wolfe
Out under blankets of sky,
shadows of the night find me alone
I’m asking all the world - why
You are not with me, you who were my own.
Oh, come back, my darling Chiquita,
The chapel on the hill, covered with dew.
Reminds me that tears of sorrow
Await me at down tomorrow,
A love kiss I’ll beg or borrow from memory.
Remember the sunset, Chiquita?
The day that we first met, Chiquita?
The rose within your hair,
I scent it’s fragrance everywhere,
Oh, come back Chiquita to me.
Skies full of amber and blue,
Balmy summer breeze,
That fills the air,
All of my thoughts are of you,
Though I’m all alone, I dream you are there.