Lily
Lily lived in a farmhouse at the edge of townLong black braids like anchor chainsHow they weighed her downDark eyes, pale skinMean dad, she was my second grade friendMy very best friend
She had four older brothers that I sometimes dreamed aboutMennonite children like wild indiansIn a one room schoolhouseAt sixteen she ran awayMarried, her first chance to escape
Oh Lily, why'd you have to cut your hairOh Lily, I loved us just the way we werePrincess of the field and daughter of the moonOh Lily
A lifetime later I passed through Buffalo and found her houseSame sweet Lily was looking through the eyesOf the woman I was talking to nowShe gave me a rose she madeOf silk and memories of a lost yesterday
Oh Lily, why'd you have to cut your hairOh Lily, I loved us just the way we werePrincess of the field and daughter of the moonOh Lily
Two silhouettes in the afternoonPrincess of the field and daughter of the moon
Oh Lily, why'd you have to cut your hairOh Lily, I loved us just the way we werePrincess of the field and daughter of the moonOh Lily
Oh Lily, why'd you have to cut your hairOh Lily, I loved us just the way we werePrincess of the field and daughter of the moonOh Lily