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 sunshine and flowers 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 habanera. 
Then moonlit Granada will live again the glory of yesterday, 
romantic and gay.