Am E D A I khow a woman i like her face She has no fellow, in any case A cannot live without her voice And i will give her my rolls-roys
I know one girl, i like her look And every time i read a book About beauties and the queens i think of her, my little teen. Am E D A Am E D Am Near-far, near-far, near-far we are in our lives Near-far, near-far, near-far we have a lot of tears.
I know a lady and like her presence And i will love her till my death end i'll take her to New-York and Rome And i will give her my sweet home
I know one miss, i call her cerry I've never shown how like to carry Her on my arms inside my door And then i really give her more
I know one pretty honey baby she doesn't even say me may be But i hope every night and day And dawmn my solitude in pray