My Maria My Maria, she's a simple kind of girl Goes to Mass, sees the blood of Jesus flow Ohhhh Maria, ohhhh Maria Then her mother told her baby how her brother died Streets were fighting and the rivers all ran dry Ohhh Maria, Ohhh Maria God bless the child who leaves his mother And gives his all to see the fight (To see the fight) To see the fight (To see the fight) To see the fight (To see the fight) Death, destruction, God and country when she fell Never saw those faces 'til she got to hell Ohhhh Maria, ohhhh Maria To see the fight (To see the fight) To see the fight (To see the fight) by: José Duarte jtduarte1@gmail.com