Her Hair Was Red - Emmylou Harris, Rodney Crowell

I walked across the bridge to the island

And sat down in the grass by the old homestead

I listened to the song of the cicadas

And thought about the one whose hair was red

This is where she gave birth to my father

Back when she was just a newlywed

You wouldn’t know it looking at this picture

That her eyes were blue, her hair was red

You wouldn’t know she traveled far and wide

You wouldn’t know she lived here all her life

There’s so much you’ll never know about her

So much left to say that’s left unsaid

But I had this picture in my memory

And her eyes were blue, her hair was red

Yes, her eyes were baby blue and her hair was red