Lyrics:

Where is your woman?
Gone to Spanish Harlem
Gone to buy you pastels
Where is your woman?
Gone to Spanish Harlem
Gone to buy you books and bells
Beneath Indian summer

Take my hand now
Take my hand now
There is a land now
In the treasure of love
Jade and coral
Perfume from Siam
In the treasure of love
To your fingertips
To the summer sunset
In the treasure of love
In the treasure of love
In the treasure of love
Light the night
Oh, light the night
Come my way
Light the night
Come to me, baby
You got the look that I adore
That I understand
My pretty medicine man
My pretty medicine man
Got pretty medicine in his hand

For you, I bear down
Soft and burning
In the treasure of love
In the treasure of love
In the treasure of love, love

Where is your woman?
Gone to Spanish Harlem
Gone to buy you pastels