Her Hair Was Red

I walked across the bridge to the island
And sat down in the grass by the old homestead
I listened to the song of the cicadas
And thought about the one whose hair was red

This is where she gave birth to my father
Back when she was just a newly wed
You wouldn't know it looking at this picture
That her eyes were blue, hair was red

You wouldn't know she traveled far and wide
You wouldn't know she lived here all her life
There is so much you'll never know about her
So much left to say that's left unsaid

But I have got this picture in my memory
And her eyes are blue, her hair is red

Yes her eyes
Were baby blue, and was hair
Was red