Oh my dear Mama
I am in love with her
I want to go to Port Rossa
To buy a wedding ring
Yes, yes, I want to go there
And if my love were in vain
I'd go to Ponte Vecchio
And fall to my destiny
I struggle with this tormenting
Oh God, I'd like to die
mama have pity on me
mama have pity on me
To be sung to "O mio babbino caro" by Puccini
You can find it on YouTube I suggest Maria Callas.
For Adeleke's Top Ten
Snow
James Bond
Will Shakespeare
Woman in Black*
Maria Callas
Roberto Alagna
Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales
Agnetha Faltskog from Abba
Shakespeare’s house, Stratford-upon-Avon
Drinks: Bitter, stout, Guinness, Benedictine
* Susan Hill's ghost story
Her Casta Diva truly great,
Maria Callas soothes my soul,
The music moving me to tears,
This is the finest piece I know.
I listen to her voice and smile,
Get goosebumps at her perfect tone.
She sang Bellini’s masterpiece
And made the aria her own.
For Soul Tunes
From poverty to superrich,
A Prima Donna - some say witch -
But what a voice that lady had.
Oh, she was Tosca, driven mad,
And she was Norma, Butterfly,
And many more who loved, to die.
She died alone, a broken heart:
Maria Callas lived for art.
(witch wasn't the word I originally wrote, but it wasn't permitted - witch in this
context means shrewish woman).
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