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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

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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

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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 quitar and said, Let's go!

Ever since then through every weather

Sister Adele stays at my side

Day in, day out, we sing together

Praising the Lord far and wide.

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Sister Adele is never lonely

She helps me keep my hope up high

God is her love, her one and only

I know he voice can reach the sky

Someday up there 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!

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