Sailing seas and climbing banyans
None are thin and all are fat
Colors up the sunshine hours
And Estrella, dear companion
And she weaves a pattern all her own
At beveled mirrors in empty halls
Trimmed with antique luxury
Songs like tiny hammers hurled
Comes wrapped in songs and gypsy shawls
She may bake some brownies today
Trina takes her paints and her threads
To be a lady of the canyon
She is a lady of the canyon
Coloring the sunshine hours
Come out for a visit here
Annie sits you down to eat
Annie bakes her cakes and her breads
Saying, you are welcome back
She always makes you welcome in
Vine and leaf are filigree
Pouring music down the canyon
And all are fat and none are thin
For her home she gathers flowers
Cats and babies 'round her feet
And her coat's a secondhand one
And she gathers flowers for her home
Sewing lace on widows' weeds
And filigree on leaf and vine
She is another canyon lady
Empty halls and beveled mirrors
Estrella circus girl
