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 sunshine and flowers and song

And when day is done and the sun starts to set in Granada

I envy the blush of the snow-clad Sierra Nevada

For soon it will welcome the stars while a thousand guitars

Play a soft Habanera

Then moonlit Granada will live again the glory of yesterday

Romantic and gay