The Girl With Chestnut Brown Hair ęDavid R. Field 2001


The girl with chestnut brown hair and the fiery eyes
Looks in the mirror at someone she don't recognize.
She sits and she thinks that there's more to her life
Than the raising of kids as a trav'ling man's wife.
That's when she stops what she's doing, and softly she cries;
The girl with the chestnut brown hair and the fiery eyes.

The girl with chestnut brown hair and the fiery eyes
Deals with the daily demands as they start to arise.
She's a doer of deeds and a battler of wrong,
She's a fighter, and a writer, and a singer of song.
She's a fountain of youth and a pillar of strength for the guys, 
The girl with the chestnut brown hair and the fiery eyes.

The girl with chestnut brown hair and the fiery eyes;
The jut of her jaw shows a strength that her softness belies.
She's a cool calculator, and a hard, driving force;
She's a shaker and a maker and a changer of course;
So why is she sitting at home with her dreams unrealized?
The girl with the chestnut brown hair and the fiery eyes.

INSTRUMENTAL

The girl with chestnut brown hair and the fiery eyes
Listens to her husband's complaints, though she skips her replies,
But she drinks in the stories of her girlfriends' dull lives
And she starts to feel smothered, and she hopes she survives...
There are times when the fire gets dim, but it never quite dies; not
For the girl with the chestnut brown hair and the fiery eyes.