AND SO THE STORY GOESMaria Montell She's on the dusty road alone Travelling, travelling, travelling alone She loves to laugh, she loves to live, and she loves to love She left her home, her family To find the thing she couldn't see From the window in her house in the countryside This small town girl needs to fly To reach her dream in the sky Ai yai yai And so the story goes Di...da...di... And so the story goes Di...da...di... She came to town wanting to stay And found a reason there to stay She saw the row of folks vanishing in the welfare lines And then she made her way back home Strolling, strolling, strolling alone She hated some, she needed some, and she loved some And so the story goes Di...da...di... And so the story goes Di...da...di... Di...da...di...