Pablo and Maria - Zane Williams

Pablo Escobedo took Maria for his bride

In the dead of winter, 1885

A bitter snow was fallin' when a dozen ragged men

Surrounded the little chapel, trapping Pablo in

They told him «Surrender, or we’ll burn the whole place down»

And Pablo whispered «Death can’t hurt me now

Stay here my Maria, and remember me this way»

Then he kissed her lips and they dragged him away

And she heard him

Calling to her

Sweet Maria

Can you hear me?

Muffled echoes up and down the frozen canyon walls

Maria

How I love you

‘Till the lonesome sound had nowhere else to go

And was swallowed in the January snow

When silence fell the solemn priest said «God will avenge, my child»

Maria just stared right through him, hollow-eyed and wild

Stumbling into the muddy street she lifted her eyes to see

The twisting awkward silhouette now still beneath the tree

No one dared to touch her as she left her lover there

And ran down toward the river with the wind whipping her hair

Snowflakes swirled behind her like the finest flowing train

And the north wind moaned and whispered as if it knew her pain

And she swore she

Still heard him calling

Sweet Maria

Can you hear me

Muffled echoes up and down the frozen canyon walls

Maria

How I love you

‘Til she reached the edge of the river far below

And lept into the January snow

If you’re ever down in Texas in a January snow

And you hear a mournful whisper in the north wind as it blows

You may feel the lonesome presence of a lady all in white

Weeping in the distance, just out of your sight

And you may hear him

Calling to her

Sweet Maria

Can you hear me

Muffled echoes up and down the frozen canyon walls

Maria

How I love you

‘Til the lonesome sound has nowhere else to go

And it’s swallowed in the January snow