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.
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.