Granada, I'm falling under your spell, And if you could speak, What a fascinating tale you would tell, A vantage, the world has long forgotten, A vantage that weaves a silent majic in Granada, today...... The dawn in the sky, greets the day with a sigh, For Granada, For she can remember, the splendored That once was Granada, It sill can be found in the hills all around, As I wonder along, Entranced by the beauty before me, Entranced by a land full of sunshine, And flowers and song... And when the day is done and the sun Starts to set in Granada, I envy the blush of the snow clad Sierras of Nevada, For soon it will welcome the stars As a thousand guitars play a soft cobinyetta,(?) Then moonlit Granada, Will live again, the glory of yesterday, Romantic and gay.