Sometimes I go down to old China town. And just walk around just wander around. Where amber lights gleam and blue shadows fall. Just dreaming a dream of my China doll.
One night when the moon was bright on the moonlit bay. That is where I found my little Cherokee maid. The memory of the that night of love, is lingering yet.
Sometimes I go down. To old Chinatown. And just walk around. Just wander around. . Where amber lights gleam. And blue shadows fall. Just dream an old dream.
One night when the moon was bright on the moonlit glade. That is where I found my little Cherokee maiden. The memory of that night of love is lingering here.