When I was young,
way back in Sicily
you should have seen me

My hair then was long
There was this one young man
who always came around

and gave me this ribbon of velvet brown

Waiting for Valentino

His dark eyes lock on mine
Waiting for Valentino


Then you did what you were told
Married a cousin I didn't know
He'd fallen in love with my photograph

Oh why, worked harder then I could bare
and he never seemed to care
I bore his only son at the end of that year


There is a place I can slip away to
out in the desert of sand and dune

My she's tan; she looks like a mirage
Someday I'll escape there like Scherazade


Waiting for Valentino
His dark eyes lock on mine
Waiting for Valentino

To carry me off through time

I had lived long as I can

Made three generations American
Now my daughter takes my hand
and whispers to me


There is a place I can slip away to
out in the desert of sand and dune

My she's tan; she looks like a mirage
Someday I'll escape there like Scherazade


Waiting for Valentino
His dark eyes lock on mine
Waiting for Valentino

To carry me off through time
To carry me off through time
To carry me off through time

To carry me off through time