Maria, in her patterned dress, Twirls and snaps her castanets, Clutches sorrow to her breast, And mourns her lover. Swirling color everywhere, She cocks her brow and flips her hair At all in life that isn't fair It's her umbrella The waves roll in and kiss the sand The world spins in God's gentle hands And the sun sets and the day sighs Off the coast of Santa Margherita The sun sets and the day sighs Off the coast of Santa Margherita Vespucci sailed across the sea He said, "The New World beckons me" But freedom never comes for free Strong men die We think we never have enough Of magic things and fancy stuff Nations come to fisticuffs And young men die. Imperfect as my love does go, This human heart is all I know And the sun sets and the day sighs Off the coast of Santa Margherita The sun sets and the day sighs Off the coast of Santa Margherita And the sun sets and the day sighs Off the coast of Santa Margherita The sun sets and the day sighs Off the coast of Santa Margherita