| Granada, I’m falling under your spell
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| And if you could speak what a fascinating tale you would tell
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| Of an age the world has long forgotten
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| Of an age that weaves the silent magic in Granada today
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| The dawn in the sky greets the day with a sigh for Granada
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| For she can remember the splendour that once was Granada
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| It still can be found in the hills all around as I wander along
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| Entranced by the beauty before me
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| Entranced by a land full of sunshine and flowers and song
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| And when day is done and the sun starts to set in Granada
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| I envy the blush of the snow clad Sierra Nevada
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| For soon it will welcome the stars
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| While a thousand guitars play a soft Habanera
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| Then moonlit Granada will live again
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| The glory of yesterday romantic and gay |