Ladies Of The Canyon

Trinna wears her wampum beads She fills her drawing book with lines Sweing lace on widows weeds And filagree on leaf and vine Vine and leave are filagree And her coats a second hand one Trimmed 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 round 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 shalws Songs like tiny hammers hurled At bevelled mirrors in empty halls Empty halles and bevelled mirrors Sailing seas and climbing banyans Come out for a visit here To be a lady of the canyon Trinna takes her pains and her threads And she weaves a pattern all her own Annie bakes her cakes and her breads And she 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