Strawberry Blonde - Ron Sexsmith

She was not the girl next door

But the girl from around the corner

At the tail end of grade four

When she came to school one morning

All eyes were upon her as she took her seat

Her name was Amanda, pretty eyes of green

Hair of blonde, strawberry blonde

Springtime and dandelions

And summer 'round the corner

At the tail end of age nine

With a million dreams before her

She lived with her mother, old decrepit house

If there was trouble at home, she kept it to herself

All summer long, strawberry blonde

And by her face there was no way to tell

Seemed that all was well in her world

But the neighbors said

Her mother had lost her will

To gin and sleeping pills

It was no life for a little girl

Still I see her face framed in a blue sky

At the top of a slide coming down

And when the sirens wailed

Her mother had failed to rise

All the neighbors stood outside

As Amanda just stared at the ground

Time flies, and years are piled

I’d forgotten all about her

When I saw her down the aisle

Of a streetcar with her daughter

Then I heard Amanda say as she got up

C’mon Samantha, girl this is our stop

And they were gone, two strawberry blondes