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Here is my guitar from Barcelona
full of the soul of ancient Spain.
Born of a tree in Catalonia
and of that mainly rainy plain.
You´ll like her form gracious and slender
the sunny color of her skin.
You´ll love her voice mellow and tender.
Her fiery beat will make you spin.
I well remember when I met her
hung in a showcase upside down.
Right then and there I had to get her
from that old shop in Brussels town.
Adios Espania and Seguidillas
adios toreros full of flame.
No more sombreros and mantillas.
Sister Adele shall be her name.
One shiny day I heard God's calling
Oh yes my Lord if you say so.
I packed my bags without much stalling
took my guitar and said Let's go!
Ever since then and through every whether
sister Adele stays at my side.
Day in day out we sing together.
Praising the Lord far and wide.
Sister Adele is never lonely
she helps me keep my hope up high
God is her love her one and only
I know her voice can reach the sky.
Someday up there if God be willing
I'll be a guest in the great hall
and for the dance won't it be thrilling
sister Adele will lead the ball.