There’s a land that’s far away, where the ocean breezes play,
There’s a city that I love, where life is free,
When the winds of winter blow, there’s a place I want to go,
To Havana, Old Havana, by the sea.

REFRAIN
Down in Cuba, there I’d be, in Havana by the sea,
Where it’s summer time and skies are always blue,
Where the warm salt breezes blow, that’s the place I want to go,
To Havana, Old Havana, by the sea.

Have you seen it, Old Havana, Old Havana by the sea?
Where there’s birds and flowers and music,
That’s the place for you, for me,
Where the skies are always blue, where sweet hearts are fond and true,
In Havana, Old Havana, by the sea.

Have you seen the land of sunshine, down in Cuba by the sea?
Old in beauty, old in history, rich in love and memory,
Old Havana, flowery kingdom, where the skies are always blue,
In Havana, Old Havana, I love you.

Katherine Carey-Place 1878-1934
May 5, 1927

Copyright Roy Richard