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