Tall and tan and young and lovely, the girl from Ipanema goes walking And when she passes, each one she passes goes – ah When she walks, she’s like a samba that swings so cool and sways so gently That when she passes, each one she passes goes – aah
Ooh But he watches so sadly, How can he tell her he loves her, Yes he would give his heart gladly, but instead when she walks to the sea, she looks straight ahead not at him,
(saxaphone solo)
(Ooh) But he sees her so sadly, How can he tell her he loves her Yes he would give his heart gladly, But each day, when she walks to the sea She looks straight ahead, not at him
Tall, and tan, and young, and lovely, the girl from Ipanema goes walking And when she passes, he smiles – but she doesn’t see She just doesn’t see, She doesn’t see, She doesn’t see……
Now when you climb, into your bed tonight. And when you lock and bolt the door. Just think of those, out in the cold and dark, ’cause there’s not enough love to go ’round.
And sympathy is what we need my friend, and sympathy is what we need. And sympathy is what we need my friend, ’cause there’s not enough love to go ’round, no there’s not enough love to go ’round.
Now half the world, hates the other half. And half the world, has all the food. And half the world, lies down and cries: “We starve”, ’cause there’s not enough love to go ’round.
And sympathy is what we need my friend, and sympathy is what we need. And sympathy is what we need my friend, ’cause there’s not enough love to go ’round, no there’s not enough love to go ’round.