THE GHOST OF SEVILLE (lyrics/music: Marjan Debaene)
In the hills of Spain.
Bulls and dancers reign.
In the hills of Spain. In the hills of Spain.
There began my painstaking trials
In the hills of Spain, I was looking for a thrill
What I found instead was the ghost of Seville
In the hills of Spain. In the hills of Spain.
It began to burn, it began to burn
In the hills of Spain. In the hills of Spain.
From a little flame grew a fire
From a little spark, an inferno came to be
Now the smoke has cleared and there’s nobody here,
Besides me….
Now hear and see, what I’ve come to believe
You will never be free from the ghost of Seville (2X)
Aaah…aaah….
In the hills of Spain....
Now hear and see, what I’ve come to believe
You will never be free from the ghost of Seville (2X)
Aaah…aaah….
Bulls and dancers reign.
In the hills of Spain. In the hills of Spain.
There began my painstaking trials
In the hills of Spain, I was looking for a thrill
What I found instead was the ghost of Seville
In the hills of Spain. In the hills of Spain.
It began to burn, it began to burn
In the hills of Spain. In the hills of Spain.
From a little flame grew a fire
From a little spark, an inferno came to be
Now the smoke has cleared and there’s nobody here,
Besides me….
Now hear and see, what I’ve come to believe
You will never be free from the ghost of Seville (2X)
Aaah…aaah….
In the hills of Spain....
Now hear and see, what I’ve come to believe
You will never be free from the ghost of Seville (2X)
Aaah…aaah….
© Superjane Music - 2015
