Home Of The Lame Maria
Maria makes her way through the garden
Says she really wants to know
If she might go back to a time when
She could watch everything grow
I just want to take her hand and follow her around
Wandering from apples to cabbage, past the cherry tree
I wish that she could see the way the sun comes up above our neighbour's house
The way the magpie chases the blackbird around
The way the rain falls down upon the open ground
Take my hand, let's go back all the way again
Every corner holds moments I can still recall
I know that our days here are numbered
Maria, let's take one last walk around
Happy about the way the sun comes up above our neighbour's house
The way the magpie chases the blackbird around
The way the rain falls down upon the open ground
Come, take my hand, let's go back all the way again
