Quicksilver

Steve Earle - (Quicksilver Daydreams Of) Maria



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Well, a diamond fades quickly when matched to the face of Maria

All the harps they sound empty when she lifts her lips to the sky

The brown of her skin makes her hair seem a soft golden rainfall

That spills from the mountains to the bottomless depths of her eyes



Well, she stands all around me her hands slowly sifting the sunshine

All the laughter that linger down deep 'neath her smilin' is free

Well, it spins and it twirls like a hummingbird lost in the morning

Then caresses the south wind and silently sails to the sea



Ah, the sculptor stands stricken and the artist he throws away his brushes

When her image comes dancin' the sun she turns sullen with shame

And the birds they go silent the wind stops his sad mournful singing

When the trees of the forest start gently to whispering her name