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