In church I took a picture of Maria,
and hung this picture deep within’ my heart.
And I run right home to take a chance to see her.
But dreams were dreams and naked from the start
 
I'm drifting in and out, thinking of Maria.
Throwing all my thoughts so deeply underground. 
And I stumble over words each time I see her.
In a friendship with my head bowed down. 
 
Waited for that chance to tell Maria.
‘Oh you were so close and it was all within' my reach’
So I forced my hands reaching for Maria,
and gave her all, my head, my heart and hands.
 
But she said: ‘I can’t provide you any easy answers’,
all you got to do is wait and I tell you when.
I said: ‘turn if your hands are tied Maria’
I will pull you with a dance and the shape I’m in.  
 
Days of wonderin' of sweet Maria.
Time’s in bloom and flowers in my prayers.
And in the darkness of my thinking, sweet Maria,  
you’re bringin' the brightness of my days.