From the recording BOXES, BARRELS & RUST
Lyrics
GIRLS IN WHITE DRESSES / © 2020 Mark Hamby
from the Boxes, Barrels & Rust CD
Girls in white dresses, tan on their shoulders
And I’m just getting older watching them walk by me
See them in the country, it used to be the city
White on tan is pretty, and I’m moving out to be…
Close to the girls of the field
I’ve seen them far from the road
So I stop all the wheels I control
Girls in white dresses, tan on their fingers
Except where the ring was brief as a winter thaw
Face her for a moment, she used to be approving
But white on tan is moving quick like a summer fawn…
Runs with the girls of the field
I’ve seen them far from the road
So I stop all the wheels I control
Love will return
Fresh from the yearning sighs of the trade winds
Girls in white dresses, tan on their faces
Creased in happy places, signs of an early spring
Fading into autumn, golden hair is streaming
But white on tan’s misleading, and I’m moving out to be…
Close to the girls of the field…