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 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.