Interpret:

Roy Orbison

Album:

Roy Orbison's Many Moods

Wish that I could wish away love 
 Every memory 
 All the things young dreams are made of 
 That ever used to be 


 Cos if I could leave it all behind me 
 There'd be nothing left to constantly remind me 
 Of Amy, of Amy 


 She comes and goes just like the seasons 
 Keeping me on the run 
 Between the fever and the reason 
 I'm not the only one 


 And I guess I'll always feel the same about love 
 And I'll find it hard to even live without the love 
 Of Amy, Amy, oh Amy 
 Amy, Amy, Amy, Amy...