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