Maria by Oscar Hammerstein II and Richard Rodgers

She climbs a tree, and scrapes her knee,

Her dress has got a tear!

She waltzes on her way to Mass,

And whistles on the stair!

And underneath her wimple,

There are curlers in her hair!

I’ve even heard her singing in the abbey!

 

She’s always late for chapel,

But her penitence is real.

She’s always late for everything,

Except for every meal.

I hate to have to say this,

But I very firmly feel,

Maria’s not an asset to the abbey!

 

I’d like to say a word, in her behalf,

Maria makes me laugh!

 

How do you solve a problem like Maria?

How do you catch a cloud and pin it down?

How do you find a word that means Maria?

A flibbertijibbet? A will o’ the wisp? A clown!

Many a thing you know you’d like to tell her,

Many a thing she ought to understand,

But how do you make her stay?

And listen to all you say?

How do you keep a wave upon the sand?

Oh, how do you solve a problem like Maria?

How do you hold a moonbeam in your hand?

 

When I’m with her, I’m confused,

Out of focus and bemused,

And I never know exactly where I am.

Unpredictable as weather,

She’s as flighty as a feather,

She’s a darling! She’s a demon! She’s a lamb!

 

She’d outpester any pest,

Drive a hornet from it’s nest,

She could throw a whirling Dervish out of whirl!

She is gentle, she is wise,

She’s a riddle, she’s a child,

She’s a headache! She’s an angel! She’s a girl!

 

Oh, how do you solve a problem like Maria?

How do you catch a cloud and pin it down?

How do you find a word that means Maria?

A flibbertijibbet! A will o’ the wisp! A clown!

Many a thing you know you’d like to tell her,

Many a thing she’s ought to understand,

But how do you make her stay?

And listen to all you say?

How do you keep a wave upon the sand?

Oh, how do you solve a problem like Maria?

How do you hold a moonbeam in your hand?

 

 

… Thank you for my childhood.

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