Barcelona,I still long to hold her once more, oh,
My boots of leather,
From Europe
I gather you know, know,
Every time you have to go
Shut my eyes and you know
I’ll be lying right by your side
In Barcelona
A native man sang in a foreign tongue,
I still ache to know the song that he sung,
Barcelona
Every time you have to go
Shut my eyes and you know
I’ll be lying right by your side In Barcelona
Lyrics of Barcelona
George Ezra
