Lyrics

 

My dream is alive
in the blossoming air,
Andalusian paths
where oranges grow

Memories of you
are reflections in a fountain,
a trickling past
where the Guadalquivir flows

I’m desire unfolding
like branches of your flowering palms
You’re an orange
bursting from the tree,
a gypsy soul
dancing and breaking the calm

My olive-skinned
sighing seductress
with a voice of wine
to my eager lips:

Open! Open your courtyards!
I’ve come again for your fountaining love
Sing! Sing your gypsy song,
torrid passionate longing
from flamenco guitars

Our voices now join
singing a tune the guitarist strums
We’re the deep song
storming from the sea,
sorrowful noise
under a trembling sun

My olive-skinned
sighing seductress,
your voice is wine
to my eager lips

Open! Open your courtyards!
I’ve come again for your fountaining love
Sing! Sing your gypsy song,
torrid passionate longing
from flamenco guitars

Strange how your orange
grows in my sleep,
And when I’m awake
the memories fade

Dreams of you
trickle away in a fountain,
But I long again
to lie in your shade

Open! Open your courtyards!
My one last drink of your fountaining love
Mi amor! Mi amor, embrace me,
One day we’ll bloom like palm trees
planted in our Spanish heart

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