Bob Eberly - Amapola

A boy found a dream upon a distant shore,
A maid with a way of whispering "Si, senor."
Each night, while guitars would softly play,
The two seemed to dance 'round the words that he'd say:
Amapola, my pretty little poppy,
You're like that lovely flower, so sweet and heavenly.
Since I found you, my heart is wrapped around you,
And loving you, it seems to be a rhapsody.
Amapola, the pretty little poppy
Must copy its endearing charm from you.
Amapola, Amapola,
How I long to hear you say "I love you."

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