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 wand'r along Entranced by the beauty before me Entranced by a land full of sunshine and flow -ers 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 habañera Then moonlit Granada will live again The glory of yesterday, romantic and gay.