Pablo and Maria

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