Night in Madrid, blue and tender
Spanish moon makes silver splendor
Music throbbing plaintive sobbing notes of a guitar
While ardent caballero serenades:

Lady of Spain, I adore you
Right from the night I first saw you,
My heart has been yearning for you;
What else could any heart do?

Lady of Spain, I'm appealing,
Why should my lips be concealing
All that my eyes are revealing?
Lady of Spain, I love you.