Bringing in the New Year's Eve alone

The glitter of the party life turns my face to home.

Lovers and acquaintances all through the land

Celebrate a grain of time down miles and miles of sand



The Wheel of Fortune has stopped again

Tho' the winning number was lost in the wind

But I heard a gypsy swear it was stolen by someone

Who steers a lonesome chariot in circles around the sun.



Maria, I love you.

Maria, I miss you.



The clock strikes twelve and canons are fired

The echo is heard till a year from tonight.

The old man with his sickle just lay down and die

While I held the baby's hand who danced where he lie.



Maria, I love you.

Maria, I miss you.



(Repeat, Repeat, Repeat next year)