Trinna wears her wampum beads

She fills her drawing book with lines

Sweing lace on widows weeds

And filagree on leaf and vine

Vine and leave are filagree

And her coats a second hand one

Trimmed 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 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 shalws

Songs like tiny hammers hurled

At bevelled mirrors in empty halls

Empty halles and bevelled mirrors

Sailing seas and climbing banyans

Come out for a visit here

To be a lady of the canyon



Trinna takes her pains 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