More than a distant land
Over a shining sea
More than the steaming green
More than the shining eyes
Well they tell me it’s only a dream in Rio
And 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
Take it easy
It’s alright 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, Brazilian 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 say
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
E regozijarão
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
More than the singing voices
More than the upturned faces
And more than the shining eyes
But it’s more than the shining eye
More than the steaming green
More than the hidden hills
More than the concrete Christ
More than a 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