Joyful Days Ahead   (Music - Robb McCormick, Lyrics - Ed McGee)

‘Joyful days ahead,’ she said
as she handed me the keys to my suite,
like a fragment of some greeting,
but her smile somehow made it all complete.
And mine are not the first ones, she’s had
A million eyes on her before, I know.
Senorita’s fine as island sand, but
Just one breeze and off she goes.
Off to Pedro,
Big fisherman ain’t no fool,
And something ‘bout his moustache
Looks so cruel. 

‘Joyful days ahead,’ she says
as she slides to me my drink,
they’re the only English words she knows
and I’m the only one she says them to, I think.
And I shiver when she winks at me
With one long luscious lash.
Senorita, this vacation’s slipping by
Much too fast.
Then I caught a flash,
Why would she look that way at me?
We both know Pedro’s out at sea… 

The sea will rise, the sky will fall,
The storm will make us prisoners all,
One man to his sinking ship,
One man to her Spanish lips. 

‘Joyful days ahead,’ she says as the waves roll out
and sand slides through her toes,
and they never did find Pedro or his fishing boat,
but that’s just the way it goes.
And me I’ve moved to Mexico, there was something
in that storm that made me stay.
And now senorita speaks to me
Those lovely words every day.
But far away,
Washed up like driftwood on the sand,
An angry fisherman…