Maria in her patterned dress
twirls and snaps her castanets
clutches sorrow to her breast
and mourns her lover
swirling color everywhere
she cocks her brow and flips her hair
at all in life that isn't fair
it's her umbrella

the waves roll in and kiss the sand
the world spins in god's gentle hands

and the sun sets and the day sighs
off the coast of santa margherita
the sun sets and the day sighs
off the coast of Santa Margherita

vespucci sailed across the sea
he said the new world beckons me
but freedom never comes for free
strong men die
we think we never have enough
of magic things and fancy stuff
nations come to fisticuffs
and young men die

imperfect as my love does go
this human heart is all i know

and the sun sets and the day sighs
off the coast of santa margherita
the sun sets and the day sighs
off the coast of Santa Margherita and the sun sets and the day sighs
off the coast of Santa Margherita the sun sets and the day sighs
off the coast of Santa Margherita.