The response:

I'M MARIA! (A.R.Farr, 2015)

1.
Late again; the hills, the moon, the sand
Carried me away
Into beauty that made me
Just want to pray

2.
They'll never know how sorry I am
When I'm late
And how guilty I feel
For the rules I break

Pre-chorus:
All they see is problems
All I see is people like me
All they see is trouble
All I see is something extraordinary

Chorus:
One day, maybe
They'll see the good in me
Some time, could it be
They'll see their God in me

3.
God made the hills; the nuns made the rules
I'm feeling torn
But God gave me a voice
To learn why I was born

Break:
Maybe they think I'm a demon
But I'm learning to praise
And need the wind on my skin

I'm sure they think I'm a clown
But I'm hearing my heart
And it doesn't feel like a sin

Last time chorus:
One day, maybe
They'll see the good in me
Some time, could it be
They'll see God in me

 

The original:

MARIA (music by Richard Rodgers, lyrics by Oscar Hammerstein II)

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
She has curlers in her hair
I 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 it
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 its nest
She could throw a whirling dervish out of whirl
She is gentle! She is wild!
She's a riddle! She's a child!
She's a headache! She's an angel!
She's a girl!

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?