Lily
de Joan Baez
Lily lived in a farmhouse
at the edge of town
Long black braids
like anchor chains
How they weighed her down
Dark eyes, pale skin
Mean dad,
she was my second grade friend
My very best friend
She had four older brothers
that I sometimes dreamed about
Mennonite children like wild indians
In a one room schoolhouse
At sixteen she ran away
Married, her first chance to escape
Oh Lily,
why'd you have to cut your hair
Oh Lily,
I loved us just the way we were
Princess of the field
and daughter of the moon
Oh Lily
A lifetime later
I passed through Buffalo
and found her house
Same sweet Lily
was looking through the eyes
Of the woman
I was talking to now
She gave me a rose she made
Of silk and memories
of a lost yesterday
Oh Lily,
why'd you have to cut your hair
Oh Lily,
I loved us just the way we were
Princess of the field
and daughter of the moon
Oh Lily
Two silhouettes in the afternoon
Princess of the field
and daughter of the moon
Oh Lily,
why'd you have to cut your hair
Oh Lily,
I loved us just the way we were
Princess of the field
and daughter of the moon
Oh Lily
Oh Lily,
why'd you have to cut your hair
Oh Lily,
I loved us just the way we were
Princess of the field
and daughter of the moon
Oh Lily
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