Edwina

EDWINA words and music by Karyn Oliver

No heartbeat sounds to set your pace
Perfume lurks in antique lace
Secrets hide but leave their trace

You were a queen when we were young
Annie Oakley with your gun
We rode off into the sun

Chorus:
Green glass eyes, faded face
Pieces held with old shoelace
And Hail Marys full of grace

Sometimes you cry sometimes you sing
Tales of crowns ruby rings
Patron saint of broken things

Oh Edwina

But queens are told to bow to kings
Buffalo Bill got top billing
Swapped your horse for apron strings

You say they’ve given you no voice
Life is hard without a choice
Treated no better than their toys