joan baez
lily
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