Ladies Of The Canyon Lyrics

Trina wears her wampum beads She fills her drawing book with line Sewing lace on widow's weeds And filigree on leaf and vine
Vine and leaf are filigree And her coat's a second-hand one Sewn in antique luxury She is a lady of the canyon
Annie sits you down to eat She always makes you welcome in Cats and babies around her feet And all are fat and none are thin
None are thin and all are fat She may bake some brownies today Saying you are welcome back She is another canyon lady
Estrella, circus girl Comes wrapped in songs and gypsy shawls Songs like tiny hammers hurled At beveled mirrors in empty halls
Empty halls and beveled mirrors Sailing seas and climbing banyans Come out for a visit here To be a lady of the canyon
Trina takes her paints and thread And weaves a pattern all her own Annie bakes her cakes and breads And gathers flowers for her home
For her home she gathers flowers And Estrella, dear companion Colors up the sunshine hours Pouring music down the canyon
Coloring the sunshine hours They are the ladies of the canyon