They say the bandit was a handsome man
A devil may care, bank robbing man
And one dark and stormy evening
He bid his jailers goodbye.
He made his escape through the underbrush
His path was narrow and wide
He cast a thousand stories
Into the wind that night.
Marietta and Severina—a country road
Miles from where the bandit fled
They called each other sister
As they walked to work at the mill.
Two peasant girls, barely 15 years old
They’d lived together all their lives.
They worked the night shift
All their teenage years.
I wouldn’t say if I knew (2X)
If fantasies come true (2X)
That night, every sound in the howling wind
And the rain beating on the window sill
Conjured visions of the bandit
Who could have been prowling round the mill.
A branch would crack, the girls would scream
Then laugh and hug each other tight
Fantasy visions danced
In the dark and stormy night.
The nightshift passed
The work was done.
The bandit was captured and later hung
And the girls said goodbye not knowing that their new lives had begun.
Severina was married and sent to Switzerland
To live a life of service and of pain,
Marietta was shipped to America
Land of the greedy and the vain.
A young boy walked home from the second grade
Found his grandmother weeping on the bed
A letter from Italy had told her
That her best friend was dead.
Now I can imagine two peasant girls
Walking through a green and grassy land
Their girlish dreams and visions
Never really had a chance.
Song writing, guitars, vocals Mike Opitz
Bass, production of track Tom Daddesio
Vocals, Kathleen (Regan) Downes
Violin Stephanie Franzen