Ladies Of The Canyon Lyrics - Mitchell Joni

Trina wears her wampum beads 

She fills her drawing book with line 

Sewing lace on widows' weeds 

And filigree on leaf and vine 

Vine and leaf are filigree 

And her coat's a secondhand one 

Trimmed with antique luxury 

She is a lady of the canyon 

Annie sits you down to eat 

She always makes you welcome in 

Cats and babies 'round 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 

Estrella circus girl 

Comes wrapped in songs and gypsy shawls 

Songs like tiny hammers hurled 

At beveled mirrors in empty halls 

Empty halls and beveled mirrors 

Sailing seas and climbing banyans 

Come out for a visit here 

To be a lady of the canyon 

Trina takes her paints and her threads 

And she weaves a pattern all her own 

Annie bakes her cakes and her breads 

And she gathers flowers for her home 

For her home she gathers flowers 

And Estrella, dear companion 

Colors up the sunshine hours 

Pouring music down the canyon- 

Coloring the sunshine hours 

They are the ladies of the canyon