

Ohh...
Ahh...
Huhh... (ohhh-ahh)
Ohhh,
the shadows turn to gold
Huhh, the story isn't told
Ahh,
the harmony we hold (ohhh-ahh)
Walking down the crooked street
Feeling heat
beneath our feet
Huhh, a silent rhythm beat (ooh-yeah)
Ahh...
(swing
low)
Huhh...
(swing high)
Ohh...
Ohhh,
the shadows turn to gold
Huhh, the story isn't told
Ahh,
the harmony we hold (ohhh-ahh)
Huhh... Ahh...
Ohhh...