Maria in her patterned dresstwirls and snaps her castanetsclutches sorrow to her breastand mourns her loverswirling color everywhereshe cocks her brow and flips her hairat all in life that isn’t fairit’s her umbrellathe waves roll in and kiss the sandthe world spins in god’s gentle handsand the sun sets and the day sighsoff the coast of santa margheritathe sun sets and the day sighsoff the coast of Santa Margheritavespucci sailed across the seahe said the new world beckons mebut freedom never comes for freestrong men diewe think we never have enoughof magic things and fancy stuffnations come to fisticuffsand young men dieimperfect as my love does gothis human heart is all i knowand the sun sets and the day sighsoff the coast of santa margheritathe sun sets and the day sighsoff the coast of Santa Margherita and the sun sets and the day sighsoff the coast of Santa Margherita the sun sets and the day sighsoff the coast of Santa Margherita.