Eva Deanna Lyrics by Todd Edwards

Eva Deanna
My sister is your mama

She fell from heaven
like a loaf of manna

Put her in pajamas
and read her a book about animals

The way they sound
and how they look

She likes to stomp around

She buckles on her shoes
to make it loud

Singing the wheels on the bus
go round and round

I hold her ankles up
so she can dangle upside-down

An avalanche is coming
and I do not feel prepared

It's just Old Man Mountain
showing us who's boss.

You can't rearrange her
She's no stranger to danger
With golden locks on her head