Pablo Escavado took Maria for his bride
Dead of winter 1885
A bitter snow was falling as a dozen ragged men
Surrounded the little chapel, trapping Pablo in
They called out ?Surrender or we?ll burn the whole place down.?
She heard him, calling to her
?Sweet Maria, can you hear me??
Muffled echoes up and down the frozen canyon walls
?Maria, how I love you.?
Till the lonesome sound had nowhere else to go
And it was swallowed in the January snow
Silence fell; the solemn priest said ?God will avenge my child?