Tytuł: Ladies Of The Canyon

• Wykonawca: Annie Lennox
• Wyświetleń: 245

Trina wears her wampam beads
  She fills her drawing book with line
  Sewing lace on widow's weeds
  And filagree on leaf and vine
  Vine and leaf are filagree
  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
  
  Esterella, circus girl,
  Comes wrapped in songs and gypsy shawls
  Songs like tiny hammers hurled
  At bevelled mirrors in empty halls
  Empty halls and bevelled 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 bread
  And gathers flowers for her home
  For her home she gathers flowers
  And Esterella, dear companion
  Colours up the sunshine hours
  Pouring music down the canyon
  
  Colouring the sunshine hours
  They are the ladies of the canyon