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
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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