I want to go there when I die I could hear them singing like they are gonna fall out Raising hands and hoping, Singing, bringing in the sheets soldiers marching by Eyes open wide like a little boy I wonder I could hear them shout, I could hear them

Amalia, finding a way out on the open road Amalia, going whichever way the wind gon' go Amalia, taking your chances on the open sea Well when you wake in the morning Little eyes open wide When there's no tender warning No surprises, no surprise Maybe