Texty: Townes Van Zandt. Like a Summer Thursday.

Her face was crystal, fair and fine
Her breath was morning, her lips were wine
Her eyes were laughter, her touch divine
Her face was crystal and she was mine

If only she could feel my pain
But feelin' is a burden, she can't sustain
So like a summer Thursday, I cry for rain
To come and turn, the ground to green again

If only she could her my songs
'Bout the empty difference
'Tween the rights and wrongs then I know that I
Could stand alone as well as they, now that she's gone

Her face was crystal, fair and fine
Her breath was morning, her lips were wine
Her eyes were laughter, her touch divine
Her face was crystal and she was mine