Barcelona, I still long to hold her once more, oh,
My boots of leather, From Europe I gather you know, know,
Every time you have to go
Shut my eyes and you know
I'll be lying right by your side
In Barcelona
A native man sang in a foreign tongue,
I still ache to know the song that he sung,
Barcelona, Ooooohh
Every time you have to go
Shut my eyes and you know
I'll be lying right by your side
In Barcelona
Every time you have to go
Shut my eyes and you know
I'll be lying right by your side
In Barcelona
Barcelona, Barcelona
Every time you have to go
Shut my mind and you know
I'll be lying right by your side
In Barcelona
