Maria's flying needle

a garden like a wonderland
pansies and roses and butterflies
little hands grabbing for raspberries
she smiled like the Virgin to her child
maria's flying needle

her pedal rattles all day all day
everybody needs the perfect dress
her pedal rattles all night all night
when did they all get so obsessed
she wonders sometimes
she wonders sometimes
maria's flying needle

a heart of gold with the wisest mind
a woman like her is hard to find
her table bursts with delicious delights
she smiled like the Virgin to her child
maria's flying needle

her pedal rattles all day all day
everybody gots something bad to say
her pedal rattles all night all night

when did their faith go away
she wonders quite often now
she wonders quite often now

and when she looked at me
like the Virgin to her child
I knew it deep inside
I knew it deep inside...

After this weekend of horror, terror and
memory of beloved lost ones I dedicate this song about my
my lovely grandmother to the Norwegian people and the Loveparade victims.

Amy....now you may found what you were looking for.