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
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
