One summer’s eve in Spain,
I fled through an open window,
Butterflies aflight
In the very pit of me,
And I tramped the streets,
My heart abrim
With such a love,
But a love now long gone.
With my final matches,
......
Costa Calida sun,
I hope we’re reunited,
Though I can’t say when,
I may see you again,
Costa Calida sun
Means memories romantic,
Of when that I was young,
Memories of Spain.
O how
Ruefully I pine
For mi pueblito perdido,
What I wouldn’t give,
To be young again,
And happy as I was back then.
Maria, full of peace,
Do you remember
Francis Albert softly keening
......
Costa Calida sun,
I hope we’re reunited,
Though I can’t say when,
I may see you again,
Costa Calida sun
Means memories romantic,
Of when that I was young,
Memories of Spain.
One summer’s eve in Spain,
I fled through an open window,
Butterflies aflight
In the very pit of me,
And I tramped the streets,
My heart abrim
With such a love,
But a love now long gone.
With my final matches,
......
O how
Ruefully I pine
For mi pueblito perdido,
What I wouldn’t give,
To be young again,
And happy as I was back then.
Maria, full of peace,
Do you remember
Francis Albert softly keening
......