Malaguena

Malaga where our lips first met, To the beat of the castanet, Now I pray to the skies above, Bring him back, please bring back my love. Ah! Malaga blue seas still echo his last words to me. Malguena, Tho' you are every-thing to me, Malaguena, my true love is the sea. Love like ours must learn to play, play a waiting game, And live just for the flame; Malaguena, there's a fire deep inside of me, That must burn, die out, so I can be free. If no spark lingers within when the storm is past, I'll be yours, I'll be yours, yours at last.