Caterina Valente - My Shawl (Ombo) Lyrics
[verse]In some cuban townYou stop watching an old maker of shawls:A quaint little manWhose gay colored bazaar... stands near the walls.He smiles through his beardAnd spins heavenly dreams... for ev'ry maid.A shawl in his hand,His call reaches their hearts... as they parade.My shawlPretty lady,Try it on you.Buy my shawlSpun in magic,Wishes come true.It's gloryWeaves a storyOf love, dreamsOld but new.My shawlBrings a romanceMaybe for you.Maybe for you.Ooh-oo-oo ooh-oo