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   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, 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