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.