Married at twenty. At twenty-one I was a widow At twenty-two I cried into my pillow But I never thought about What my life should've been I don't think about that now I just keep on living And as so often that it can become the case The path you've set upon has suddenly changed Where once the trail was so clear and so prime The brush now overgrown and Track troublesome to find The trees entangle Their limbs are bound to ensnare Yet a beam or two illuminates the wooded walk I talk of here In lily white light In lily white light The ivory lace was woven as a crawler's web The dress be bone though my sash was rose-ed red White Henry in my hair and Sapporo lily in my hand At twenty and one hope is plenty - Unrest hard to fathom And as so often that it can become the case Where Love had presided Freedom now takes her place In lily white light In lily white light Upon a time the trail had been so clear and so prime The brush is overgrown and More cumbersome to find The trees entangle their limbs overlap And sight is less clear Yet in Lilium light shall I be bathed - On the day that I've gone away from here