Dark Is the Night

Dark is the Night I wake up at nights And think of death to the point When I wake up and it is dawn Now that Fidel Castro is dead as well I`m losing the last link with the past I was in Havana pre-Castro Wild night of debauchery great for us But I saw the suffering as the dance Got wilder and wilder in our ignorance As young sailors we thought was Paradise; then the man came down from The mountain and like Jesus chased sellers Of dubious wares out of the temple he chased The whore-masters away back to Florida mostly And sent women to school The price was high his sullen neighbours Never forgave him for taken their playground away