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 Tierra Novada,
  Soon it will welcome the stars
  While a thousand guitars play a soft Carbinera.
  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 Carbinera.
  Then moonlit Granada will live again,
  The glory of yesterday, romantic, gay Granada.