Darling, tell me again about Madrid
Towers of Córdoba
Or the Andalusian moon
How you know my spirit’s there
And that you’ll take me soon
Tell me again
All about Spain
Land of crystal tambourines and pristine shores
Beauteous hearts and ancient sores
That shoulder where death comes to cry
When the wind rises with a longing sigh
To the skirt of Preciosa
Una cosa tan Hermosa
Oh, my love
Take me to Spain!