Maria کے بول

Bringing in the New Year's Eve alone The glitter of the party life turns my face to home. Lovers and acquaintances all through the land Celebrate a grain of time down miles and miles of sand The Wheel of Fortune has stopped again Tho' the winning number was lost in the wind But I heard a gypsy swear it was stolen by someone Who steers a lonesome chariot in circles around the sun. Maria, I love you. Maria, I miss you. The clock strikes twelve and canons are fired The echo is heard till a year from tonight. The old man with his sickle just lay down and die While I held the baby's hand who danced where he lie. Maria, I love you. Maria, I miss you. (Repeat, Repeat, Repeat next year)