David SweetLow

Lyrics

The sunrise on a summer day
Over Montserrat
A choir sings and the clouds seem
To listen

There’s a rose for her and a book for him
On a day of Sant Jordi
The towers of people as high as steeples
Rise to claim their glory

The paella days
In a sunny place
Somewhere by the sea
The smell of pine
Like your fizzy wine
Still lingers

Ooh memories of Catalunya
Still fill my mind
Those memories of Catalunya
Don’t fade with time

Soy cantor soy embustero
Serrat solía decir
Pero yo no soy marinero
Y no nací en el mediterráneo

Ooh but part of me
Still belongs there
I must have a Polish soul
The freedom gained from independence
Didn’t free me at all

So memories of Catalunya
Still fill my mind
Those memories of Catalunya
Don’t fade with time

The proudest eyes I’ve ever seen
I left behind to cry
The sadness in that woman’s heart
Will haunt me till I die

So memories of Catalunya
Still fill my mind
Those memories of Catalunya
Don’t fade with time

Don’t fade with time
Don’t fade with time