Trinna wears her wampum beads
And filagree on leaf and vine
She fills her drawing book with lines
Sweing lace on widows weeds
Vine and leave are filagree
Trimmed in antique luxury
And her coats a second hand one She always makes you welcome in
Annie sits you down to eat
She is a lady of the canyon
Cats and babies round her feet
None are thin and all are fat
She may bake some brownies today
And all are fat and none are thin
Saying, you are welcome back
She is another canyon lady Estrella circus girl
Songs like tiny hammers hurled
Comes wrapped in songs and gypsy shalws
At bevelled mirrors in empty halls
Empty halles and bevelled mirrors
Sailing seas and climbing banyans
To be a lady of the canyon
Come out for a visit here Trinna takes her pains and her threads
And she weaves a pattern all her own
For her home she gathers flowers
Annie bakes her cakes and her breads
And she gathers flowers for her home
Colors up the sunshine hours
Pouring music down the canyon
And Estrella, dear companion
They are the ladies of the canyonColoring the sunshine hours.
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