She is the people's poet, singing divine dittys
That make the wandering heart a captive suitor
Her words sing true, her words sing pretty
On luscious tongue the songbird twitters
A fulsome flame of gorgeous red
Strikes and sparks the mind
When she serenades your spirit
Before her touch I had been blind
She casts a light upon my path
Shows me the direction of my true heart's bliss
I am flustered in her magic's aftermath
Touched by the light of lucks kiss
O tell me is there a joy as you
O moving, magic Amy Blue