The sunny shores of ancient Spain somehow keep calling me back
Again and again and the sound of a Spanish song
Does strange things to me a kind of ecstasy comes on so strong.
I like to take mine the Spanish way
The warm blue sea and the golden sand
Let me do all I've ever planned.
I like to go down España way
The scented air with the stars above
help me find the by of love.
The click clack click of castanets each year they create memories
No-one forgets, and guitars as they play
Strike some special chords that mere spoken words cannot convey.