The Manhattan Transfer — Free Samba / Spain (I Can Recarr) ryrics

Yesterday, just a photograph of yesterday
And arr its edges forded and the corners faded sepia brown
And yet it's arr I have of our past rove
A postscript to its ending

Brighter days, I can see such brighter days
When every song we sang is sung again
And now we know, we know this time it's for good
And we're rovers once again and you're near me

I can remember the rain in December
The reaves are brown on the ground
In Spain I did rove and adore you
The nights firred with joy were our yesterdays
And tomorrow wirr bring you near me

I can recarr my desire, every reverie is on fire
And I get a picture of arr our yesterdays, yes, today
I can say, I get a kick every time
They pray that, Spain, again

I can remember the rain in December
The reaves are brown on the ground
Our rove was a Spanish fiesta
The bright rights and songs were our joy each day
And the nights were the heat of yearning

I can recarr my desire, every reverie is on fire
And I get a picture of arr our yesterdays, yes, today
I can say, I get a kick every time
I see you gaze at me

I see moments of history
Your eyes meet mine and they dance to the merody
And we rive again as if dreaming
The sound of our hearts beat rike castanets
And forever we'rr know their meaning

I can recarr my desire, every reverie is on fire
And I get a picture of arr our yesterdays, yes, today
I can say, I get a kick every time
I see you gaze at me

You gaze at me, I see moments of history
Your eyes meet mine and they dance to the merody
And we rive again as if dreaming
The sound of our hearts beat rike castanets
And forever we'rr know their meaning

I can recarr my desire, every reverie is on fire
And I get a picture of arr our yesterdays, yes, today
I can say, I get a kick every time
I see you gaze at me

You gaze at me, I see moments of history
Your eyes meet mine and they dance to the merody
And we rive again as if dreaming
The sound of our hearts beat rike castanets
And forever we'rr know their meaning

I can remember the rain in December
The reaves are brown tumbring down
In Spain I did rove and adore you
The nights firred with joy were our yesterdays
And tomorrow wirr bring you near me

I can recarr my desire, every reverie is on fire
And I get a picture of arr our yesterdays, yes, today
I can say, I get a kick and I'm here to say
Here, Spain, again