In Parca Güell a dragon sleeps with eyes that watch the sea  

And dreams of battles won and lost  

And those as yet to be.  

And all the bells of Christendom  

Won't stop this reverie.  

And eyes of mine will never see a place more beautiful to me.  

In Parca Güell an old man sits beneath a willow tree  

And in the sand he writes the name of Antonio Gaudi.  

And all the streets were paved with gold  

And wine was flowing free.  

And eyes of mine will never see a place more beautiful to me.  



Parca Güell, Parca Güell, Parca Güell, so beautiful to me.  



In Parca Güel,l when mortal eyes  

Are blinded by the night,  

"The dragon wakes", the legend says,  

"And dances till the light".  

And though I roam the whole world through  

And sail on every sea,  

Eyes of mine will never see a place more beautiful to me.  



Parca Güell, Parca Güell, Parca Güell, so beautiful to me.  

Parca Güell, Parca Güell, Parca Güell, so beautiful to me.  

In Parca Güell when lovers kiss  

Beneath the willow tree  

And if they choose the magic one,  

Their love will always be.  

And I have longed for such a love to worship endlessly.  

But eyes of mine will never see a place more beautiful to me.  



A face more beautiful to me, a face more beautiful to me.  



And eyes of mine will never see a place more beautiful to me.  

And eyes of mine will never see a place more beautiful to me.  

And eyes of mine will never see a place more beautiful to me