Annie Lennox - Ladies Of The Canyon lyrics

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