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
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