Dorothy Ashby - The High Llamas

Open up the door to Dorothy Ashby

Lay the rugs and boxes on the floor

String the beads as once dear Ashby wore

Studied from the start

Brought upon a harp, from another day

On a hammered harp, from another day

Poetry apart, from another day

From another day, from another day

Down the concrete steps and into the nightclub

These are folk who fare above us all

Feel the music’s sad and gentle fall

Puzzled by the sound

Dorothy’s around, from another day

Music lost and found, from another day

Brought upon a harp, from another day

From another day, from another day

Brought upon a harp, from another day

On a hammerd harp, from another day

Poetry apart, from another day

From anothr day, from another day

Music lost and found, from another day

Dorothy’s around, from another day

Puzzled by the sound, from another day

From another day, from another day