Testo di Maria Is A Mystery

Maria has a music box she winds up most every day Once a week is all it takes to make the music play Melody is just some childhood lullabye her mother used to sing to her And the road down to the city goes right by Maria's door I ofted 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 drew a picture in my hand 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... La la la la la la...