(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