I hear flamenco playing on an old guitar I see a Spanish castle underneath the stars, dark-eyes Spanish gypsies dancing and romancing through the night, holding me tight. (Chorus:) Won't you come away with me to sunny Spain We will have some fun there (...?) 'cause once you've been you wonna go again to Mallorca, Barcelona or Granada Won't you come away with me to sunny Spain We'll be singing songs of love out in the sunshine La la la... You'll be glad you came away with me to sunny Spain. I hear the trumpets sound in my (...?) A matador comes proudly (...?) (...?) fighting of a matador so gay, shouting all day: Chorus (bis) Olé!