By Townes Van Zandt



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