Old Girl - Fernando Ortega

Every day

She will wander down the road

Back from town

Past all your houses with their

Pr-etty lights

And their pr-etty rooms

Every day, all alone

Down from the canyon to the shops, and cafes

Looking for coffee and a w-ord or two

She would have with you

Have you ever s-een her there

With no shoes

Stubborn as she goes

On and on

Do you know her face

Old girl

Tangles in her hair

She will turn your pity down

Turn it right around

Old girl

Weathered girl

An old blanket for a shawl, for a sleeve

Wrapped all around her with her

L-ittle dress

And her hard feet

Have you ever s-een her there

With no shoes

Stubborn as she goes

On and on

Heaven only knows

Where she’s been

Or the world she’s in

She will turn your pity down

Turn away and frown

Old girl

Old girl

Heaven only knows

Where she’s been

Or why she walks alone

On and on

Or when she’s had a friend

She may have a prayer for you

She can read you too

Old girl