John Cale

My Maria, she's a simple kind of girl
Goes to Mass, sees the blood of Jesus flow
Ohhhh Maria, ohhhh Maria
Then her mother told her baby how her brother died
Streets were fighting and the rivers all ran dry
Ohhh Maria, Ohhh Maria
God bless the child who leaves his mother
And gives his all to see the fight (To see the fight)
To see the fight (To see the fight)
To see the fight (To see the fight)
Death, destruction, God and country when she fell
Never saw those faces 'til she got to hell
Ohhhh Maria, ohhhh Maria
To see the fight (To see the fight)
To see the fight (To see the fight)
by: José Duarte
jtduarte1@gmail.com