In Parca Güell a dragon sleeps with eyes that watch the sea
And dreams of battles won and lost
And those as yet to be.
And all the bells of Christendom
Won't stop this reverie.
And eyes of mine will never see a place more beautiful to me.
In Parca Güell an old man sits beneath a willow tree
And in the sand he writes the name of Antonio Gaudi.
And all the streets were paved with gold
And wine was flowing free.
And eyes of mine will never see a place more beautiful to me.
Parca Güell, Parca Güell, Parca Güell, so beautiful to me.
In Parca Güel,l when mortal eyes
Are blinded by the night,
"The dragon wakes", the legend says,
"And dances till the light".
And though I roam the whole world through
And sail on every sea,
Eyes of mine will never see a place more beautiful to me.
Parca Güell, Parca Güell, Parca Güell, so beautiful to me.
Parca Güell, Parca Güell, Parca Güell, so beautiful to me.
In Parca Güell when lovers kiss
Beneath the willow tree
And if they choose the magic one,
Their love will always be.
And I have longed for such a love to worship endlessly.
But eyes of mine will never see a place more beautiful to me.
A face more beautiful to me, a face more beautiful to me.
And eyes of mine will never see a place more beautiful to me.
And eyes of mine will never see a place more beautiful to me.
And eyes of mine will never see a place more beautiful to me.