Spain - Ann Hampton Callaway

I can remember the rain in December

The leaves of brown on the ground

In Spain I did love and adore you

The nights filled with joy were our yesterdays

And tomorrow will bring you near me

I can recall my desire every reverie is on fire

Can I get a picture of all my yesterdays?

Yesterday I can say

I get a kick every time they play that Spain again

I can remember the rain in December

The leaves of brown on the ground

Our love was a Spanish fiesta

The bright lights and songs were our joy each day

And the nights were the heat of yearning

I can recall my desire every reverie is on fire

Can I get a picture of all my yesterdays?

Yesterday I can say

I get a kick every time I see you gaze at me

I see moments of history

Your eyes meet mine and they dance to the melody

And we live again as if dreaming

The sound of our hearts beat like castanets

And forever we’ll know their meaning

I can recall my desire every reverie is on fire

Can I get a picture of all my yesterdays?

Yesterday I can say

I get a kick every time I see you gaze at me