Trina wears her wampum beads
She fills her drawing book with line
Sewing lace on widow's weeds
And filigree on leaf and vineVine and leaf are filigree
And her coat's a second-hand one
Sewn in antique luxury
She is a lady of the canyonAnnie sits you down to eat
She always makes you welcome in
Cats and babies around her feet
And all are fat and none are thinNone are thin and all are fat
She may bake some brownies today
Saying you are welcome back
She is another canyon ladyEstrella, circus girl
Comes wrapped in songs and gypsy shawls
Songs like tiny hammers hurled
At beveled mirrors in empty hallsEmpty halls and beveled mirrors
Sailing seas and climbing banyans
Come out for a visit here
To be a lady of the canyonTrina takes her paints and thread
And weaves a pattern all her own
Annie bakes her cakes and breads
And gathers flowers for her homeFor her home she gathers flowers
And Estrella, dear companion
Colors up the sunshine hours
Pouring music down the canyonColoring the sunshine hours
They are the ladies of the canyon