Cypress Tree from Brought Low by some say Leland

She rode into town on a horse too high,
she had her head cocked back and her guns to the sky,
and she looked just like silhouette, with the sun behind her neck.
The sky was so bright that I could hardly see
that she was looking right at me.
And she said “Boy, I think you and I are gonna get along.”

And I don’t know what she meant.
Hell, I guess she’s heaven sent.

I saw her on the street just the other day
no shoes on her feet, and a smile on her face.
and she looked just like a cypress tree, with her scraped up knees.
She was singin’ from on high at the top of her lungs
and I recognized all of the songs that she sung,
for they were the songs that my mother would sing when I was still young.

And I don’t know what that means,
but no more beauty have I seen.

If I could say just one thing to her, what would it be?
If I could stare into a crystal ball, what would I see?
She’s like a ghost that keeps haunting me.
She is a beautiful mystery.

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