Barefoot Princess
She's a barefoot princess
And she likes to burn coconut
and cinnamon incense
Hallowing her halls with
Prairie sage
She marks her nightly journal page
In charcoal and kajal
Shopping
In market halls
By city squares
Or sneaking secretly into boutiques
Through a hidden wardrobe
By her French carved Bordeaux chair
Not afraid of sadness
In fact she embraces it
And makes traces of it
Remembering the story
Of her heart
Charting what keeps us together
And what sets us apart
Scarlet dinner roses
Hang from curvy straight shafts
Of aspen wood
In her boudoir
Savouring the memory
Recording the chemistry
Of a jasmine night that floods
In symmetry in harmony
Before her eyes once more
Eyes that burn and sparkle like comets
In the deep purple night sky
Shakespeare's sonnets turn her on
To a groovy place inside
She knows the beauty that glows
And has a heart
that beats along to an
Electric Jefferson Airplane song
A daughter of the mountains
And the sister of the sun
Never too old to laugh
Or cry - or show
That she's really having fun
But always on the run
there's always another song
Somewhere to be sung
Playing chords on
Moon beam guiitars
Strung with fine silver strings
(bridge)
She's a barefoot princess
And she likes to burn coconut
And cinnamon incense
She marks her nightly diary
In charcoal and kajal
Uh huh, a barefoot princess
And she likes to burn coconut
And cinnamon incense
Hallowing her halls with prairie sage
She marks her nightly journal page
In charcoal and kajal
the apache kid