Cordoba

One day I will go to Cordoba Walk along the old cobbled streets And hear the echoes From many centuries ago When the Muslims ruled Iberia I will see the colourful flowing robes Or white against the dazzling sun Endless gardens of symmetry Exotic flowers, fountains, cascading waterfalls Cordoba enters my soul The scent of spices and sweet perfumes Will waft from the bazaars The scientists, physicians, poets Alive with thought, buzzing with ideas, vibrant A new, tolerant, exciting way of life An amalgamation of people, religions, languages That is how we worked best Lived at our best How I yearn for that Cordoba