Originally by Jimi Hendrix] It's very far away, It takes about half a day, To get there, if we travel by my a.....dragonfly No, it's not in Spain, But
Somewhere in ancient Spain Close to what was Baecula There lay Castillo Del Mortes To be known as 'House of the dead' Oh, no, oh, not here A fool was
That bird with feathers of blue is waiting for you Back in your own backyard You'll see your castles in Spain through your window pane Back in your own
ll be crumpets and tea without you Art and music will thrive without you Somehow Keats will survive without you And there still will be rain on that plain down in Spain
romance, doesn't need a blue lagoon standing by No month of May, no twinkling stars No hideaway, no soft guitar My romance doesn't need a castle rising in Spain
I met at schools All indiscreet hearts Seemed romantic fools A house in Iceland Was my heart's domain I saw your eyes Now castles rise in Spain I took
on Cold distant stars slowly fade while you're sleeping And hollow guitars will be quietly weeping So paint the skies with your bright Shining castles in Spain
Some ladies love diamonds Fast cars and freedom Trips to the island Castles in Spain Las Vegas card sharks Blues men that blow French harps But no strings
My romance Doesn?t need a blue lagoon standing by No month of May No twinkling stars No hideaway No soft guitars My romance Doesn?t need a castle rising in Spain
long way Hey little girl Is something wrong? I know it's hard For you to get along The bell-tower rings It tolls a hollow sound But your castles in Spain
I met in schools All indiscreet hearts seemed romantic fools A house in Iceland was my heart's domain I saw your eyes now, castles rise in Spain I took
gettin' restless whenever I hear The whistle of a train I pray for the day I can get underway And look for those castles in Spain They call me a dreamer
the west But you'll always come to where you started from The bird we think that are blue is waiting for you Back in your own backyard You see your castle in Spain
exotic lands It's autumn in New York It's good to live it again Autumn in New York You'll need no castles in Spain Lovers that bless the dark On benches
romance doesn't need a blue lagoon standing by No month of May, no twinkling stars No hide away, no soft guitars My romance doesn't need a castle rising in Spain
burns a funeral pyre There in your starry eyes lie hopes that have Been betrayed The prize that you claim Can never be yours to take Like castles in spain