The girl of beautiful face Goes gathering olives The wind that courts the tower Grasps her round the waist Four riders have passed On Andalucian ponys In suits of azure and green And long dark cloaks
Come to Cordoba, lass Come to Cordoba, lass
Come to Cordoba, lass But the girl pays no heed
Three bullfighters have passed Their waists slim and slender Their suits of marigold Antique swords of silver
Come to Sevilla, lass Come to Sevilla, lass Come to Sevilla, lass But the girl pays no heed
When evening became Purple with defused light A youth passed by bringing Roses and myrtle of moon
Come to Granada, lass Come to Granada, lass Come to Granada, lass But the girl pays no heed
The girl of beautiful face Goes on gathering olives The grey arm of the wind Encircles her waist
Come to Granada, lass Come to Sevilla, lass Come to Cordoba, lass But the girl pays no heed But the girl pays no heedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
