Some tales are too beautiful to become true Should know by far in the end they'll make you blue Maybe I was too young to carry that burden of mine Please deliver my last note to her The boat that sails away Is called O'Sweet Maria The home that left behind Is for another story now My glass is filled with wine So be the sweet old Maria Find me a new home The dirt on my boots still keeps me grounded It's the dock for the fools, who believe, the truth lies beneath The flock of nightmares like vultures winding around me My precious jewel is turning into a stone The boat that sails away Is called O'Sweet Maria The home that left behind Is for another story now My glass is filled with wine So be the sweet old Maria Find me a new home The boat that sails away Is called O'Sweet Maria The home that left behind Is for another story now My glass is filled with wine So be the sweet old Maria Find me a new home