Five sisters and she's the one More beauty than the setting sun But she was much more than she showed Something her form could not hold
She'd dance and flirt with all the boys But all her beauty she would sooner destroy
The anchor of a soul cut loose to drift The anchor of a soul cut loose to drift The difference what was and what is I ain't exactly sure Think how young our fathers were
Indian and Irish blood Long dark hair and an angels touch A beauty no man could control And something her form could not hold
Think how young our fathers were And that same night sky Offers no answers why Think how young our fathers were