Ladies Of The Canyon - Joni Mitchell

    Trina wears her wampum beads
    She fills her drawing book with line
    Sewing lace on widows' weeds
    And filigree on leaf and vine
    Vine and leaf are filigree
    And her coat's a secondhand one
    Trimmed with 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 shawls
    Songs like tiny hammers hurled
    At beveled mirrors in empty halls
    Empty halls and beveled mirrors
    Sailing seas and climbing banyans
    Come out for a visit here
    To be a lady of the canyon

    Trina takes her paints 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

    Marco Giunco
    Work Basket Music Words