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 newlywed
You wouldn’t know it looking at this picture
That her eyes were blue, her hair was red
You wouldn’t know she traveled far and wide
You wouldn’t know she lived here all her life
There’s so much you’ll never know about her
So much left to say that’s left unsaid
But I had this picture in my memory
And her eyes were blue, her hair was red
Yes, her eyes were baby blue and her hair was red