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 wanderr 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 snowclad 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.