Barcelona,

I still long to hold her once more, oh,

My boots of leather,

From Europe

I gather you know, know,



Every time you have to go

Shut my eyes and you know

I’ll be lying right by your side

In Barcelona



The native man sang in a foreign tongue,

I still ache to know the song that he sung,

Barcelona



Every time you have to go

Shut my eyes and you know

I’ll be lying right by your side

In Barcelona



Every time you have to go

Shut my eyes and you know

I’ll be lying right by your side

In Barcelona

Barcelona

Barcelona



Every time you have to go

I shut my mind and you know

I’ll be lying right by your side

In Barcelona