Al Jarreau: Spain

Yesterday
Just a photograph of yesterday
and all it's edges folded
and the corners faded sepia brown
and yet it's all I have of our past love
a post script to it's ending
Brighter days
I can see such brighter days
when every song we sang is sung again
and now we know
we know this time it's for good
and we're lovers once again
and you're near me
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 and I get a picture of all our yesterdays
yes today, 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 sounds were our joy each day
and the nights were the heat of yearning
I can recall my desire every reverie
is on fire and I get a picture of all our yesterdays
yes today, 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
and I get a picture of all our yesterdays
yes, today, I can say
I get a kick every time I see you gaze at me
(music solo)
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 castenets
and forever we'll know their meaning
I can recall my desire
every reverie is on fire
and I get a picture of all our yesterdays
yes today I can say
I get a kick every time I see you gaze at me
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(scat solo)
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 remember the rain in december
the leaves of brown tumbling down
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
and I get a picture of all our yesterdays
yes today I can say
I get a kick every time you sing that spain
whoa, whoa, oh yeah