Guitar Magic.

GUITAR MAGIC!

When you play your guitar,

 I visit castles in Spain.

I see the walls reaching high

To the blue of the sky.

 I'm back there again.

I walk the streets of Madrid

 And make a wish on a star.

I feel the joy I once did,

When you play your guitar.

When you play your guitar,

 I sit in courtyards at night.

I feel the warm, scented air

As it ruffles my hair

And I thrill with delight.

I place a glass to my lips

 And I drink sangria.

I'm there in Spain once again

When you play your guitar.

When you play your guitar,

I see mantillas of lace.

I feel the spell of romance

 And I still seem to dance

With beauty and grace.

Though it's so long ago,

It seems it's not very far.

My heart will sing 'Bolero'

 When you play your guitar.

When you play your guitar

I see the face I adored

And then I suddenly find

I taste in my mind

The wine he once poured.

I smell the scents of the night

Through attic windows ajar.

His arms are holding me tight

When you play your guitar.

When you play your guitar

I wear an old Spanish shawl,

And then the soft summer breeze

That wafts through the trees

Can't chill me at all.

The blossoms fall on my hair

Like scented rain from afar

And every song seems a prayer

When you play your guitar.

So please play your guitar,

And let the music revive

All the songs that were sung

When the world was still young

And so much alive.

Let me be, once again,

Where happy memories are!

Transport me back there to Spain

With your magic guitar.
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