Married at twenty
At twenty-one I was a widow
At twenty-two I cried into my pillow
But I never thought about
what my life should’ve been
I don’t think about that now
I just keep on living
And as so often that it can [bad word] the case
The path you’ve set upon has suddenly changed
Where once the trail was so clear and so prime
The [bad word] now overgrown and
track troublesome to find
The trees entangle
their limbs are bound to ensnare
Yet a beam or two illuminates the wooded walk
I talk of here

In lily white light
In lily white light

The ivory lace was woven as a crawler’s web
The dress be bone though my sash was rose-ed red
White Henry in my hair and
Sapporo lily in my hand
At twenty and one hope is plenty
- unrest hard to fathom
And as so often that it can [bad word] the case
Where Love had presided Freedom now takes her place

In lily white light
In lily white light

Upon a time the trail had been so clear and so prime
The [bad word] is overgrown and
more cumbersome to find
The trees entangle their limbs overlap
and sight is less clear
Yet in Lilium light shall I be bathed
- on the day that I’ve gone away from here