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 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.
