In Parca Guell, a dragon sleeps,
With eyes that watch the sea.
And dreams of battles won and lost
And those as yet to be.
And all the bells of Christendom
Won't stop his reverie.
And eyes of mine will never see
A place more beautiful to me.
In Parca Guell, and old man sits,
Beneath the willow tree.
And in the sand, he writes the name
Antonio Gaudi.
And though the streets were paved with gold,
And wine was flowing free,
Eyes of mine will never see,
A place more beautiful to me.
Parca Guell, Parca Guell
Parca Guell, so beautiful to me.
In Parca Guell, when mortal eyes,
Are blinded by the night.
A dragon wakes, and legend says
Dances til the light.
And those I roam the whole world through
And sail on every sea,
Eyes of mine will never see
A place more beautiful to me.
Parca Guell, Parca Guell
Parca Guell, so beautiful to me.
Parca Guell, Parca Guell
Parca Guell, so beautiful to me.
In Parca Guell, when lover's kiss
Beneath the willow tree.
And if the choose the magic one
Their love will always be.
And I have longed for such a love
To worship endlessly.
But eyes of mine will never see
A place more beautiful to me.
A face more beautiful to me.
A place more beautiful to me.
And eyes, of mine, will never see
A place more beautiful to me.
And eyes, of mine, will never see
A place more beautiful to me.
And eyes, of mine, will never see
A place more beautiful to me.