(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 the 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 smiling 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

The sculptor stands stricken, the painter, he throws down his brushes
When her image comes dancing, 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 whispering 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 old washer woman has finished her cleaning and gone
But the bamboo hangs heavy in the bondage of quicksilver daydreams
And a lonely child longingly looks for a place to belong