Amapola (Pretty Little Poppy) - Jimmy Dorsey, Bob Eberly, Helen O'Connell

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.»

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.»