The girl of beautiful face
Goes gathering olives
The wind that courts the tower
Grasps her round the waist
Four riders have pa**ed
On Andalucian ponys
In suits of azure and green
And long dark cloaks
Come to Cordoba, la**
Come to Cordoba, la**
Come to Cordoba, la**
But the girl pays no heed
Three bullfighters have pa**ed
Their waists slim and slender
Their suits of marigold
Antique swords of silver
Come to Sevilla, la**
Come to Sevilla, la**
Come to Sevilla, la**
But the girl pays no heed
When evening became
Purple with defused light
A youth pa**ed by bringing
Roses and myrtle of moon
Come to Granada, la**
Come to Granada, la**
Come to Granada, la**
But the girl pays no heed
The girl of beautiful face
Goes on gathering olives
The grey arm of the wind
Encircles her waist
Come to Granada, la**
Come to Sevilla, la**
Come to Cordoba, la**
But the girl pays no heed
But the girl pays no heed