Granada

Granada, I'm falling under your spell

And if you could speak, what a fascinating tale you would tell

Of an age the world has long forgotten

Of an age that weaves a silent magic in Granada today

The dawn in the sky greets the day with a sigh for Granada

For she can remember the splendor that once was Granada

It still can be found in the hills all around as I wander along

Entranced by the beauty before me

Entranced by a land full of flowers and song

When day is done and the sun touch the sea in Granada

I envy the blush of the snow-clad Tierra Novada

Soon it will welcome the stars

While a thousand guitars play a soft carbinera

Then moonlit Granada will live again

The glory of yesterday, romantic and gay

And soon it will welcome the stars

While a thousand guitars play a soft carbinera

Then moonlit Granada will live again

The glory of yesterday, romantic, gay Granada