| Song | Spain (I Can Recall) |
| Artist | Al Jarreau |
| Album | This Time |
| 作曲 : Corea Jarreau Maren Rodrig | |
| 作词 : Corea, Jarreau, Maren | |
| Yesterday, just a | |
| Photograph of yesterday | |
| And all its edges folded | |
| And the corners | |
| Faded sepia brown | |
| And yet it's all I have | |
| Of our past love | |
| 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 lovers once again | |
| And you're near me | |
| I can remember the | |
| Rain in December | |
| The leaves are brown | |
| On the ground | |
| In Spain I did love and adore you | |
| The nights filled with | |
| Joy were our yesterdays | |
| And tomorrow will bring you near me | |
| [Chorus] | |
| I can recall my desire | |
| Every reverie is on fire | |
| And I get a picture of | |
| All our yesterdays | |
| Yes, today | |
| I can say, "I get a kick every time | |
| They play that, 'Spain," again" | |
| I can remember the rain in December | |
| The leaves are brown | |
| On the ground | |
| Our love was a Spanish fiesta | |
| The bright lights and songs | |
| Were our joy each day | |
| And the nights were the | |
| Heat of yearning | |
| I can recall my desire | |
| Every reverie is on fire | |
| And I get a picture of | |
| All our yesterdays | |
| Yes, today | |
| I can say, "I get a kick everytime | |
| I see you gaze at me." | |
| I see moments of history | |
| Your eyes meet mine and | |
| They dance to the melody | |
| And we live again | |
| As if dreaming | |
| The sound of our | |
| Hearts beat like castanets | |
| And forever we'll know their meaning | |
| [Chorus] | |
| You gaze at me | |
| I see moments of history | |
| Your eyes meet mine | |
| And they dance to the melody | |
| And we live again | |
| As if dreaming | |
| [Chorus] |
| zuò qǔ : Corea Jarreau Maren Rodrig | |
| zuò cí : Corea, Jarreau, Maren | |
| Yesterday, just a | |
| Photograph of yesterday | |
| And all its edges folded | |
| And the corners | |
| Faded sepia brown | |
| And yet it' s all I have | |
| Of our past love | |
| 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 lovers once again | |
| And you' re near me | |
| I can remember the | |
| Rain in December | |
| The leaves are brown | |
| On the ground | |
| In Spain I did love and adore you | |
| The nights filled with | |
| Joy were our yesterdays | |
| And tomorrow will bring you near me | |
| Chorus | |
| I can recall my desire | |
| Every reverie is on fire | |
| And I get a picture of | |
| All our yesterdays | |
| Yes, today | |
| I can say, " I get a kick every time | |
| They play that, ' Spain," again" | |
| I can remember the rain in December | |
| The leaves are brown | |
| On the ground | |
| Our love was a Spanish fiesta | |
| The bright lights and songs | |
| Were our joy each day | |
| And the nights were the | |
| Heat of yearning | |
| I can recall my desire | |
| Every reverie is on fire | |
| And I get a picture of | |
| All our yesterdays | |
| Yes, today | |
| I can say, " I get a kick everytime | |
| I see you gaze at me." | |
| I see moments of history | |
| Your eyes meet mine and | |
| They dance to the melody | |
| And we live again | |
| As if dreaming | |
| The sound of our | |
| Hearts beat like castanets | |
| And forever we' ll know their meaning | |
| Chorus | |
| You gaze at me | |
| I see moments of history | |
| Your eyes meet mine | |
| And they dance to the melody | |
| And we live again | |
| As if dreaming | |
| Chorus |