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 --- Like a Summer Thursday - Townes Van Zandt