La Isla Bonita

Last night I dreamed of San Pedro. Just like I'd never gone, I knew the song. Young girl with eyes like the desert. It all seems like yesterday, not far away. Tropical the island breeze. All her natural, wild and free. This is where I long to be. La Isla Bonita. And when the samba played. The sun would set so high. Ring through my ears and sting my eyes. Your Spanish lullaby. I fell in love with San Pedro. Warm wind carried on the sea. He called to me. Te dijo "Te amo". I prayed that the days would last. They went so fast. Tropical the island breeze. All her natural, wild and free. This is where I long to be. La Isla Bonita. And when the samba played. The sun would set so high. Ring through my ears and sting my eyes. Your Spanish lullaby. Tropical the island breeze. All her natural, wild and free. This is where I long to be. La Isla Bonita. And when the samba played. The sun would set so high. Ring through my ears and sting my eyes. Your Spanish lullaby. Tropical the island breeze. All her natural, wild and free. This is where I long to be. La Isla Bonita. And when the samba played. The sun would set so high. Ring through my ears and sting my eyes. Your Spanish lullaby.