I walked across the bridge to the island And sat down in the gra** by the old homestead I listened to the song of the cicadas And thought about the one whose hair was red This is where she gave birth to my father Back when she was just a newlywed You wouldn't know it looking at this picture That her eyes were blue, her hair was red You wouldn't know she traveled far and wide You wouldn't know she lived here all her life There's so much you'll never know about her So much left to say that's left unsaid But I had this picture in my memory And her eyes were blue, her hair was red Yes, her eyes were baby blue and her hair was red