High on a little hill
Very strange in her ways, getting lost in the days high on a little hill
She doesn't care about the time
So many minutes past her prime
She's lost all reasoning and rhyme
But she's trying hard to mine how she used to be
Once a maiden so fair - she was caught unaware and sent adrift to sea
Where she was tossed beneath the waves
And the moon began to fade
Now she's nothing but a shade
Floating freely out of place
And when the winter winds are blowing
You'll find her where the wild rose is growing
So baby if you're going to the Amazona Fair
Where people stop and stare at all the funny things up there
Twists of the world, but nothing so absurd as the amazing girl
That's Maria St. Claire
She's got the moves, the grace, you can see right through her face
So if you feel a whisper in your ear - that's Maria St. Claire
They say that she's lost her way
That she's slave to a spell that a kiss could dismiss
And put her in her place
But where to find a handsome prince - who is lacking fingerprints
And when the ocean's overflowing
All the princes will be busy rowing
So baby if you're going to the Amazona Fair
Where people stop and stare at all the funny things up there
Scared of the world, and everybody's heard of the amazing girl
That's Maria St. Claire
She's in our eyes each night, and she's gives us all a fright
Then floats into the clouds without a care - that's Maria St. Claire