| 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 |