It is a day like any other and his cry rings out
in waves to pound the shore,
"My cocco bello is fresh every mornin',
and the more you taste, the more you'll long for more."
He doesn't mind that his day is in the hands
of strangers he is gonna go and meet,
all chasing dreams he will never understand
and no firmer than the sand beneath his feet.
Marianne
Marianne
He catches sight of Marianne.
Like in a dream, she calls him over,
and he floats in on the music in her words.
"It's cocco bello, fresh every morning,"
all his new-found Marianne has heard.
She doesn't mind that her day is in the hands
of strangers she is gonna go and meet,
all chasing dreams she will never understand
and no firmer than the sand beneath her feet.
Marianne
Marianne
Marianne
Oh, Marianne