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The Manhattan Transfer

Spain (I Can Recall)

 

Spain (I Can Recall)

(album: The Chick Corea Songbook - 2009)


I can recall my desire
I can recall my desire
Every reverie is on fire

In Spain I did love and adore you
The nights filled with joy were our yesterdays
And tomorrow will bring you near me

I can recall my desire, every reverie is on fire
And I get a picture of all our yesterdays, yes, today
I can say, I get a kick every time
They play that, Spain, again

I see moments of history
Your eyes meet mine and they dance to the melody
And we live again as if dreaming

The sound of our hearts beat like castanets
And forever we'll know their meaning

I can recall my desire, every reverie is on fire
And I get a picture of all our yesterdays, yes, today
I can say, I get a kick every time
They play that, Spain, again

I can remember the rain in December
The leaves are brown on the ground
Our love was a Spanish fiesta
The bright lights and songs were our joy each day
And the nights were the heat of yearning

The sound of our hearts beat like castanets
And forever we'll know their meaning

I can recall my desire, every reverie is on fire
And I get a picture of all our yesterdays, yes, today
I can say, I get a kick every time
They play that, Spain, again

I can recall my desire, every reverie is on fire
And I get a picture of all our yesterdays, yes, today
I can say, I get a kick every time
They play that, Spain, again

I can recall my desire...

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