| Out in the lilyfields, pineapple chamomile |
| Was blowing over the river and old highway. |
| And from the trees came honeysuckle breeze |
| Pushin' her hair from her shoulders across her face. |
| She liked the April cool. I took a breath or two. |
| We turned a streetcorner lying in fields of green. |
| Your innocence ain’t such a funny thing |
| When all your glories are back in a rearview scene. |
| Lily won’t let me walk away. |
| Lily ain’t got nothin' to say. |
| I’ve been over her, I’ve been all the way |
| And I’m sorry that I didn’t stay. |
| Well, we made it through the tender years. |
| We were all alone on a wild frontier. |
| Baby who’s to say, maybe that explains why |
| Lily won’t let me walk away. |
| I’m not the easy kind. I’ll get you off my mind. |
| There ain’t no dirt on a shoulder where I remain. |
| But when I think of you, it sends a fire through |
| Like bringing color to children gone charcoal grey. |
| Lily won’t let me walk away. |
| Lily ain’t got nothin' to say. |
| I’ve been over her, I’ve been all the way |
| And I’m sorry that I didn’t stay. |
| Well, we made it through the tender years. |
| We were all alone on a wild frontier. |
| Baby who’s to say, maybe that explains why |
| Lily won’t let me walk away |