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