Cass

Five sisters and she's the one More beauty than the setting sun But she was much more than she showed Something her form could not hold She'd dance and flirt with all the boys But all her beauty she would sooner destroy The anchor of a soul cut loose to drift The anchor of a soul cut loose to drift The diffrence what was and what is I ain't exactly sure Think how young our fathers were Indian and Irish blood Long dark hair and an angels touch A beauty no man could control And somrthing her form could not hold Think how young our fathers were And that same night sky Offers no answers why Think how young our fathers were