I left my hat in Haiti,
in some forgotten flat in Haiti.
I couldn't tell you how I got there,
I only know it was so hot there.
She took my hat politely,
an d wound her arms
around me tightly.
But I remember nothing clearly,
except the flame when she came near me.
Her eyes had the fire of surrender,
and her touch, it was tender.
And I guess in the moment as that,
you forget about your hat,
so if you go to Haiti,
there is a girl I know in Haiti.
If you can find her, you'll ad ore her.
Just look around till you've found
someone
who has a blue -gray fe
dora.
I think of that gorgeous
creature
when I'm all alone
Whenev er I do,
from down inside there comes a groan
That son of a gun in Haiti
has got the prettiest hat I own.
And when it is bleak and chilly
and life is flat,
I think of that Haitian
And think I'd better go get my hat.
Her eyes had the fire of surrender
And her touch, was tender
And I guess in the moment is that
you forget about your hat.
So if you go to Haiti
There is a girl I know in Haiti
If you can find her you'll adore her.
Just look around till you've found
someone
who has a blue -gray fedora
I left my hat in Haiti
and the and and and