"Somewhere inside her, there's still that young girl, with a tortoise-shell comb in her hair."

The complete verse:

"She remembers the sweet smell of reshly-baked apples That came from the woodburning stove And the songs that her Mother would sing to herself And the laughter, when Father came home And somewhere inside her, there's still that young girl With a tortoise-shell comb in her hair And sometimes the memories come back with a song Just as surely as if she were there."