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Many A Fine Lady - Townes Van Zandt
Well it's many a fine lady
That's walked along beside me
With their flesh made of velvet
And their eyes made of rain
Some tried to hold me
To hurt me to hide me
Some turned away
Not to look back again
One stood among them
I remember most clearly
Well her sorrows were heavy
And her laughter was slow
I courted her gently
And I loved her most dearly
I came her majestic reflection to know
Her words like a mountain
Stood lonely and lofty
With her face like a daydream
And her hair like the shawl
Worn by a mourner
As he steals away softly
From those that would
Have him mourn nothing at all
Endlessly sorrow rode
High on the north wind
Slashing and slicing
To take him his toll
Endlessly creatures of darkness were cuttin
Their paths through the walls
That shelter the soul
But no longer gypsy lie sadness unending
Well her eyes they lay hollow
And her face petrified
Well the sun will go laughin'
And others condemn him
But who there among you
Could have told her good-bye
Well it's many a fine lady
That's walked along beside me
With their flesh made of velvet
And their eyes made of rain
Some tried to hold me
To hurt me to hide me
Some turned away not to look back again
Some turned away not to look back again
