Caterina Valente - My Shawl (ombo) lyrics

[verse] In some cuban town You stop watching an old maker of shawls: A quaint little man Whose gay colored bazaar... stands near the walls. He smiles through his beard And spins heavenly dreams... for ev'ry maid. A shawl in his hand, His call reaches their hearts... as they parade. My shawl Pretty lady, Try it on you. Buy my shawl Spun in magic, Wishes come true. It's glory Weaves a story Of love, dreams Old but new. My shawl Brings a romance Maybe for you. Maybe for you. Ooh-oo-oo ooh-oo