Testo Holiday

The sunny shores of ancient Spain somehow keep calling me back Again and again and the sound of a Spanish song Does strange things to me a kind of ecstasy comes on so strong. Holiday, holiday, I like to take mine the Spanish way The warm blue sea and the golden sand Let me do all I've ever planned. Holiday, holiday, I like to go down down Espana way The scented air with the stars above help me find the by of love. The click clack click of castanets each year they create memories No-one forgets, and guitars as they play Strike some special chords that mere spoken words cannot convey. (c) 1975 by Hanseatic Musikverlag, Hamburg.