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Carry me, caravan, take me away. Take me to Portugal, take me to Spain. Andalusia with fields full of grain. I have to see you again and again. Take me, Spanish caravan. Yes I know you can. Trade winds find galleons lost in the sea. I know where treasure is waiting for me. Silver and gold in the mountains of Spain I have to see you again and again. Take me, Spanish caravan. Yes I know you can. From Letras Mania