DAUGHTER OF McLEOD

Her father's name it was McLeod
He owned some land up in Jericho
And she had no gold to make her proud
She made her clothes out of calico

And the simple things that people seek
They were not hard for her to find
For treasures fall upon the meek
While others are left crying

And the months that passed, oh-oh-oh they seemed like days
We tilled the land and we filled the halls
And the years they came and they went with haste
And we never were alone

She took sick late last winter
She said nothing of the pain
But I knew the will that she had in her
Never heard her once complain

And we laid her down in her grave
About a half a month ago
With a pretty smile upon her face
And her golden hair a-flow

And her father's name it was McLeod
He owned some land up in Jericho
And she had no gold to make her proud
She made her clothes out of calico
She made her clothes out of calico
She made her clothes out of calico

Author: Robin Williams

Source: Robin and Linda Williams 'Close As We Can Get' Flying Fish FF 327. This album has been reissued, together with another R & L Williams album – 'Nine 'til Midnight' – on a single CD: Flying Fish FF 40359. Great value!