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Trina wears her wampam beads
She fills her drawing book with line
Sewing lace on widow's weeds
And filagree on leaf and vine
Vine and leaf are filagree
And her coat's a second-hand one
Sewn 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 around 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
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Esterella, circus girl,
Comes wrapped in songs and gypsy shawls
Songs like tiny hammers hurled
At bevelled mirrors in empty halls
Empty halls and bevelled mirrors
Sailing seas and climbing banyans
Come out for a visit here
To be a lady of the canyon

Trina takes her paints and thread
And weaves a pattern all her own
Annie bakes her cakes and bread
And gathers flowers for her home
For her home she gathers flowers
And Esterella, dear companion
Colours up the sunshine hours
Pouring music down the canyon

Colouring the sunshine hours
They are the ladies of the canyon
Lyrics: Ladies of the Canyon, Annie
Trina wears her wampam beads   She fills her drawing book with line   Sewing lace on widow's weeds   And filagree on leaf and vine   Vine and leaf are filagree   And her coat's a second-hand one   Sewn 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 around 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   [ Find more Lyrics on www.mp3lyrics.org/oGu ]      Esterella, circus girl,   Comes wrapped in songs and gypsy shawls   Songs like tiny hammers hurled   At bevelled mirrors in empty halls   Empty halls and bevelled mirrors   Sailing seas and climbing banyans   Come out for a visit here   To be a lady of the canyon      Trina takes her paints and thread   And weaves a pattern all her own   Annie bakes her cakes and bread   And gathers flowers for her home   For her home she gathers flowers   And Esterella, dear companion   Colours up the sunshine hours   Pouring music down the canyon      Colouring the sunshine hours   They are the ladies of the canyon   Lyrics: Ladies of the Canyon, Annie