Last night she left again through the window she climbed out Not one wide open nor of hope The pictures she took don't show herself and Jim But just some old charches of the dales
Maria sleeps Maria is in love with a priest Please Maria don't think that your secret is lost
That night in the hotel both Maria and Jim knelt down To spend some quiet time in prayer If to suffer is to live and die is really gain When that night was their salution
Maria sleeps Maria is in love with a priest Please Maria don't think that your secret is lost
The morning Jim died on Stephen's road in killingsworth This tale died along 1200 times the pain and no one to tell her grief Did god ask for this?
Last night she left again through the window she climbed out Not one wide open nor of hope
Maria sleeps Maria is in love with a priest Please Maria don't think that your secret is lost