She does not know
Her beauty,
She thinks her brown glory,
She thinks her brown body
Has no glory.
If she could dance
Naked,
Under palm trees
And see her image in the river
She would know,
Yes she would know...
But there are no palm trees
In the street,
No palm trees in the street...
And dishwater gives back no images.

She does not know
Her beauty,
She thinks her brown body
Has no glory.
If she could dance
Naked,
Under palm trees
And see her image in the river
She would know,
Yes she would know,
Yes she would know...
But there are no palm trees
In the street,
No palm trees in the street...
And dishwater gives back no images.