Saturday, January 20, 2007

Spain (I Can Recall)

Yesterday,
just a photograph of yesterday,
and all its edges folded,
and the corners faded sepia brown.
And yet it's all I have of our past love,
a postscript to its 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 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.

(break)

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

(scat)

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 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 again.

Written by Chick Corea, Al Jarreau, Artie Maren


To hear & watch Al Jarreau sing Spain, recorded live, click the play button on the YouTube video below:



If the video plays slowly, watch it on YouTube.