Oh I dreamed of Spanish gardens, señoritas and guitars,
Spanish moonlight, lovers dancing underneath the Spanish stars.
And I fancied I would go there, quite romantic was I then
to dance and click the castanets, Lo recuerdo muy bien.
Oh I never stopped to think at all that there might come a war,
stain my pretty Spanish shawl and break my sweet guitar.
And now I think it's time ot waken, end my dreaming of romance,
and join the anti-fascists to halt Franco's advance.
And when that's done we'll dance again and we'll sing and strum guitars,
and live again and love again underneath the Spanish stars.
Spanish moonlight, lovers dancing underneath the Spanish stars.
And I fancied I would go there, quite romantic was I then
to dance and click the castanets, Lo recuerdo muy bien.
Oh I never stopped to think at all that there might come a war,
stain my pretty Spanish shawl and break my sweet guitar.
And now I think it's time ot waken, end my dreaming of romance,
and join the anti-fascists to halt Franco's advance.
And when that's done we'll dance again and we'll sing and strum guitars,
and live again and love again underneath the Spanish stars.
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