Trina wears her wampum beads
  She fills 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 in 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 beveled mirrors in empty halls
  Empty halls and beveled mirrors
  Sailing seas and climbing banyans
  Come out for a visit here
  To be a lady of the canyon.
  Trina takes her paints 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