Santa Margherita

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