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