Frank Sinatra 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 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 flowers and song.
When day is done and the sun touch the sea in Granada,
I envy the blush of the snow-clad Sierra Nevada,
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.
(musical interlude)
And 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, gay Granada.
