Free Samba

Yesterday, just a photograph of yesterday
 And all its edges folded and the corners faded sepia brown
 And yet it's all I have of our past love
 A postscript to its ending
 Brighter days, I can see such brighter days
 When every song we sang is sung again
 And now we know, we know this time it's for good
 And we're lovers once again and you're near me
 I can remember the rain in December
 The leaves are brown on the ground
 In Spain I did love and adore you
 The nights filled with joy were our yesterdays
 And tomorrow will bring you near me
 I can recall my desire, every reverie is on fire
 And I get a picture of all our yesterdays, yes, today
 I can say, I get a kick every time
 They play that, Spain, again
 I can remember the rain in December
 The leaves are brown on the ground
 Our love was a Spanish fiesta
 The bright lights and songs were our joy each day
 And the nights were the heat of yearning
 I can recall my desire, every reverie is on fire
 And I get a picture of all our yesterdays, yes, today
 I can say, I get a kick every time
 I see you gaze at me
 I see moments of history
 Your eyes meet mine and they dance to the melody
 And we live again as if dreaming
 The sound of our hearts beat like castanets
 And forever we'll know their meaning
 I can recall my desire, every reverie is on fire
 And I get a picture of all our yesterdays, yes, today
 I can say, I get a kick every time
 I see you gaze at me
 You gaze at me, I see moments of history
 Your eyes meet mine and they dance to the melody
 And we live again as if dreaming
 The sound of our hearts beat like castanets
 And forever we'll know their meaning
 I can recall my desire, every reverie is on fire
 And I get a picture of all our yesterdays, yes, today
 I can say, I get a kick every time
 I see you gaze at me
 You gaze at me, I see moments of history
 Your eyes meet mine and they dance to the melody
 And we live again as if dreaming
 The sound of our hearts beat like castanets
 And forever we'll know their meaning
 I can remember the rain in December
 The leaves are brown tumbling down
 In Spain I did love and adore you
 The nights filled with joy were our yesterdays
 And tomorrow will bring you near me
 I can recall my desire, every reverie is on fire
 And I get a picture of all our yesterdays, yes, today
 I can say, I get a kick and I'm here to say
 Here, Spain, again