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