(Quicksilver Daydreams of) Maria

A diamonds fades quickly
 When matched to the face of Maria
 All the harps they sound empty
 When she lifts her lips to the sky
 The brown of her skin
 Makes her hair seem a soft golden rainfall
 That spills from mountains
 To the bottomless depths of her eyes
 Well, she stands all around me
 Her hands slowly sifting the sunshine
 All the laughter that lingers
 Down deep 'neath her smilin' is free
 Well, it spins and it twirls
 Like a hummingbird lost in the morning
 And caresses the south wind
 And silently sails to the sea
 Ah, the sculptor stands stricken
 Painter he throws away his brushes
 When her image comes dancin' the sun
 She turns sullen with shame
 And the birds they go silent
 The wind stops his sad, mournful singing
 When the trees of the forest
 Start gently to whisperin' her name
 So as softly she wanders
 I'll desperately follow her footsteps
 And I'll chase after shadows
 That offer a trace of her sight
 Ah, they promise eternally
 That she lays hidden within them
 But I find they've deceived me
 And sadly I bid them goodbye
 So the serpent slides softly away
 With these moments of laughter
 And the the old washy woman
 Has finished her cleanin' and gone
 But the bamboo hangs heavy
 In the bondage of quicksilver daydreams
 And a lonely child longingly
 Looks for a place to belong