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. .