It's autumn in Sydney and summer
is coming to Rome.
One is your homeland, the
other one more like your home.
The Kings Road is quiet, except
for your breath in my ear.
Anna Maria, it's so good just
having you near.
Anna Maria, the Mediterranean
winds
Have captured my heart as
your kisses have captured my skin.
Italy calls with a voice that's
as clear as a bell.
Anna Maria, my love is as
deep as a well.
Anna Maria, with hair that's
as fine as the sand.
Tilt your head sideways and
let the grains run through my hands.
The Thames is as still as
a child who's lost in a dream.
Anna Maria, we'll Jet the
dawn pass by unseen.
© 1983 by Richard Chanel, Winged Lion
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