Townes Van Zandt — Many A Fine Lady

[Verse 1] 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 Well some tried to hold me, to hurt me, to hide me And some turned away not to look back again [Verse 2] Once stood among them, I remember most clearly Well, her sorrows were heavy and her laughter was slow Well, I courted her gently and I loved her most dearly And I came her majestic reflections to know [Verse 3] Ah 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 [Verse 4] Ah endlessly sorrow rode high on the north wind Slashing and slicing to take him his toll And endlessly creatures of darkness were cuttin' Their paths through the walls that sheltered her soul [Verse 5] Ah but no longer gypsy-like sadness unending Well, her eyes they lay hollow and her face petrified Well, the sun will go laughing and others condemning Ah but who there among you could have told her goodbye