Lydia Purple
Lydia Purple lives in a steeple
Tall by nature, colored by people
Lydia Purple was taken for granted
By people that knew her, who's views were all slanted
Writing sonnets daIly, drinking apple tea
Lydia pretending she is free
Living there lonely, a view from her window
She keeps to herself and peeks through the keyhole
At the end of her first year, her walls were all painted
She wrote to her lover who never existed
Writing sonnets daily, drinking apple tea
Lydia pretending she is free
Singing softly she tends her tower
Sweep the dirt,hide the hurt
She sings
By the close of her third year she talked to her mirror
Her questions were clever, her answers much clearer
Lydia Purple lives in a steeple
Tall by nature, colored by people
Lydia Purple lives in a steeple
Tall by nature, colored by people
Lydia Purple lives in a steeple
Tall by nature, colored by people
Lydia Purple lived in a steeple
Tall by nature, colored by people
An amazing work of art, an amazing video of mid-sixties Vancouver. Especially striking is the view of the Planetarium sans crab sculpture which dates this as pre-1967.
