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. When day is done and the sun starts to set in granada, I envy the blush of the snow-clad tierra novada, So 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. 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. And when day is done and the sun starts to set in granada, I envy the blush of the snow-clad tierra novada, So 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. In granada today.