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 starts to set 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 and soon it will welcome the stars while a gang of guitars play a soft habanera then moonlit granada will live again the glory of yesterday romantic ay granada 