Granada

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.

When day is done and the sun starts to set in granada,

I envy the blush of the snow-clad tierra novada,

So soon it will welcome the stars

While a thousand guitars play a soft carbinera.

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.

And when day is done and the sun starts to set in

granada,

I envy the blush of the snow-clad tierra novada,

So soon it will welcome the stars

While a thousand guitars play a soft carbinera.

Then moonlit Granada will live again,

The glory of yesterday, romantic and gay.

In granada today.