text: Trina wears her wampum beads
  She fills her drawing book with lines
  Sewing lace on widows weeds
  And filigree on leaf and vine
  Vine and leave are filigree
  And her coats a second hand one
  Trimmed with antique luxury
  She is a lady of the canyon
  Annie sits you down to eat
  She always makes 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 bake some brownies today
  Saying you are welcome back
  She is another canyon lady
  Estrella, circus girl
  Comes wrapped in songs and gypsy shawls
  Songs like tiny hammers hurled
  At bevelled mirrors in empty halls
  Empty halls and bevelled mirrors
  Sailing seas and climbing banyans
  Come out for a visit here
  To be a lady of the canyon
  Trina takes her pins and her threads
  And she weaves a pattern all her own
  Annie bakes her cakes and her breads
  And she gathers flowers for her home
  For her home she gathers flowers
  And Estrella, dear companion
  Colors up the sunshine hours
  Pouring music down the canyon
  Coloring the sunshine hours
  They are the ladies of the canyon