SPAIN
© copyright 2003 by H. Fagan Arouh
	
Nights of black calling the shadows back
Sweeping breeze fall to your knees
From the past history calls at last
When you go how can you leave

Spain
Spain

Life will change crossing a mountain range
Summer sun late in the night
Cobbled streets now you can feel the heat
When you go can you return 

From Spain
From Spain

When you’ve gone then you can sing along
Sing a song dance through the night
Go to sleep know that your sleep is deep
When you wake know you’ll remain 
In Spain, in Spain
In Spain, in Spain