Matt Stone

Lyrics

It’s a rainy Sunday morning in Barcelona
And people sit in cafés with their dogs
Jesus perched above his sacred family
Watching out for everyone

The bakery and the drugstore providing remedies
For all the late night sins that came before
There’s not another open place in this town
‘Til the church bells ring the morn

Sweet Barcelona
You’re showing me your quiet side to me today
Sweet Barcelona
I hope the rain will wash your sins away
Away… Away…

The book market is crowded – with hungry readers
And musty Spanish volumes full of lore
Later on a few museums will open up
Showing Gaudi’s dreams once more

And soon enough the sun will come, when church is over
Los Ramblas to the sea will come alive
And we can sit outside, and drink our Spanish wine
While the afternoon slips by

Sweet Barcelona
You’re showing me your quiet side today
Sweet Barcelona
I hope the rain will wash your sins away
Away… Away…

Sweet Barcelona
I hope the rain will wash your sins away

© Matt Stone, 2010