In a valley where the almond trees bloom white,
Lived a boy named Lluc, full of wonder and light.
He heard a whisper on the morning air—
A dragon was sleeping, lost in despair.
His scales were dull, his fire gone cold,
No one believed in him anymore, he’d been told.
But Lluc didn’t doubt, he packed up his sack,
With courage and kindness, he’d bring him
back!Oh, Almond Dragon, rise and glow!
Your heart still holds a golden glow.
One small seed, one gentle song—
Is all it takes to make you strong!
Through olive groves and stony trails,
Past singing streams and nightingale tales,
He found the cave beneath the hill,
Where silence lay so still, so still.
He offered an almond, fresh and sweet,
Plucked from the branch with careful feet.
Then softly sang beneath the moon—
A lullaby in afternoon.Oh,
Almond Dragon, rise and glow!
Your heart still holds a golden glow.
One small seed, one gentle song—
Is all it takes to make you strong!
The dragon blinked, a spark took flight,
A warm, soft flame in silver night.
He purred like wind through blossoms wide—
“Thank you, Lluc,” the dragon cried.
Now every spring, when blooms appear,
You’ll see them dancing, year by year:
A boy and dragon, hand in wing,
While almond petals softly sing!Oh,
Almond Dragon, rise and glow…
Your heart still holds a golden glow…