Lyrics:

Trina wears her wampam beadsShe fills her drawing book with lineSewing lace on widow's weedsAnd filagree on leaf and
vineVine and leaf are filagreeAnd her coat's a second-hand oneSewn in antique luxury,She is a lady of the canyonAnnie si
ts you down to eatShe always makes you welcome inCats and babies around her feetAnd all are fat and none are thinNone are t
hin and all are fatShe may bake some brownies todaySaying you are welcome backShe is another canyon ladyEsterella, circus
girl,Comes wrapped in songs and gypsy shawlsSongs like tiny hammers hurledAt bevelled mirrors in empty hallsEmpty halls and
bevelled mirrorsSailing seas and climbing banyansCome out for a visit hereTo be a lady of the canyonTrina takes her paint
s and threadAnd weaves a pattern all her ownAnnie bakes her cakes and breadAnd gathers flowers for her homeFor her home she
gathers flowersAnd Esterella, dear companionColours up the sunshine hoursPouring music down the canyonColouring the sunsh
ine hoursThey are the ladies of the canyon