Maria Is a Mystery Lyrics

Maria has a music box she winds most every day
Once a week is all it takes to make the music play
The melody is just some childhood lullaby
Her mother used to sing to her

And the road down to the city goes right by Maria′s door
I often walk right by her house on my way to the store
Up there where those Italian mothers
Dress their shivering bambinos for the rain

She tells me about Jesus and all his gallant men
I tell her about fantasy
Maria, she's this lady on my way down to the river
Maria, she′s a mystery
Maria, she's a mystery

Yeah, passing by this morning I did picture in my head
Our bodies in some candlelight that glowed upon our skin
Maybe if I touched her, she would disappear
Like angels in a dream

She tells me about Jesus and all his gallant men
I tell her about fantasy
Maria, she's this lady on my way down to the river
Maria, she′s a mystery
Maria, she′s a mystery