Married at twenty At twenty-one I was a widow At twenty-two I cried into my pillow But I never thought about What my life should've been I don't think about it now I just keep on living And so often that it can become the case - The path you've set upon has suddenly changed Where once the trail was so clear and so prime The brush now overgrown track troublesome to find The limbs entangle - they're hands bound to ensnare Yet a beam or two illuminates the wooded walk I talk of here ... In lily white light In lily white light The ivory lace was woven as a crawler's web
The dress be bone though my sash was rose-ed red White Henry in my hair and Sapporo Lily in my hand At twenty and one hope is plenty -- unrest hard to fathom And as so often that it can become the case -- Where Love once rested Freedom now takes her place! In lily white light In lily white light Upon a time the trail was so clear and so prime The brush is overgrown and more cumbersome to find The trees entangle: their limbs overlap and sight is less clear Yet in Lilium light shall I be bathed on the day I've gone away from here! In lily white light In lily white light