1920 – Joseph Lacalle

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 tune 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 beat a rhapsody.
Amapola, the pretty little poppy
Must copy it’s endearing charms from you.
Amapola, Amapola, how I long to hear you say «I love you»

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