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.