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 the 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.