Who Saw Her Skirt Through the Fog 歌词

Who saw her skirt cut through the fog Knows what the backstreets never tell Down the alley where luck surrenders Maria Navalha held her ground She never named a date or hour Never spoke of where she'd been When crooked hands reached out for power She set the balance right again I saw her hat drift down the avenue I watched old workings lose their sting Who walks beneath her steady favor Meets the storm and holds the line Her steel flashed bright when danger gathered Guarding every step I made What was hidden behind fine manners Lay uncovered by her blade I searched for her through Lapa's twilight By the harbor after dark Under rows of weary streetlamps Her name traveled lamp to lamp Respect lived deep inside the faces Of those who knew her way of law No one laughed when she was mentioned No one doubted what they saw A woman known from fair to station Market stalls and crowded lanes Where her shadow crossed a roadway Boasting men withdrew their claims A hard wind spun around the corner Driving dry leaves through the street Maria Navalha never falters Before a coward or a cheat I saw her hat drift down the avenue I watched old workings lose their sting Who walks beneath her steady favor Meets the storm and holds the line Her steel flashed bright when danger gathered Guarding every step I made What was hidden behind fine manners Lay uncovered by her blade Rare elegance in troubled seasons A grace no wealth could ever buy When poisoned rumors filled the airwaves Her steel laid every falsehood bare If bitter tongues prepare an ambush If envy stalks the edge of town Maria Navalha keeps her watchfire And never let's her people drown I saw her hat drift down the avenue I watched old workings lose their sting Who walks beneath her steady favor Meets the storm and holds the line Her steel flashed bright when danger gathered Guarding every step I made What was hidden behind fine manners Lay uncovered by her blade Maria Navalha Maria Navalha Maria Navalha Who saw her skirt cut through the fog Knows what the backstreets never tell Some names fade to dust and memory Maria Navalha wears time well