(Mary Travers)
[Spoken:]
Erika with the windy yellow hair
Dancing through the day or moping by the stair
My joy to know my Erika with the windy yellow hair
Yesterday I met her running home from school
Her face was tear stained, she didn't know I knew
But I do, I do
But today she had a song to sing and a poem she knew
And with a kiss and a hug she just dashed away, she had things to do
I do too, I do too
Lithesome child, I turn with care
When viewing you on step or stair
All my hope and love for you,
My Erika with the windy yellow hair
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