Hank Snow - The Mysterious Lady From St Martinique Lyrics

Written by R. Redd and M. Torok

Recorded by Hank Snow



Here she comes the mysterious lady from St. Martinique

When she goes a-strollin' the eyes are all rollin' at her for a peek

When she goes a-walkin' the island starts talkin' admiring the golden physique

Of the mysterious lady from St. Martinique



Hey' what is she doin' and who is she wooin'

That's what we'd all like to know

Buyin' papyias while all of our eyes are on her

From her head to toe

And who is she winin' and who is she dinin'

Down in her shack by the sea

Nobody knows it and she never shows it

She's spreadin' her table for me



Here she comes the mysterious lady from St. Martinique

When she goes a-strollin' the eyes are all rollin' at her for a peek

When she goes a-walkin' the island starts talkin' admiring the golden physique

Of the mysterious lady from St. Martinique



Who is she seein', how cruel she is bein'

About our secret affair

No one suspects me, she even protects me

From men knowin' I'm goin' there

I schetch the features while she sweetly teaches me

How to pour rum over ice

She tries to hide it and I don't confide it

But my love, the lady is mine



Here she comes the mysterious lady from St. Martinique

When she goes a-strollin' the eyes are all rollin' at her for a peek

When she goes a-walkin' the island starts talkin' admiring the golden physique

Of the mysterious lady from St. Martinique

Of the mysterious lady from St. Martinique