Many A Fine Lady

[Chorus:] It's many a fine lady has laid down 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 Her sorrows were heavy, and her laughter was slow I courted her gently, for I loved her most dearly And I came her majestic reflections to know Her words, like the mountain, stood lonely and lofty With her face like a daydream and her hair like the shawl Worn by a mourner, who 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 cutting Their paths through the walls that shelter the soul No longer gypsy-like sadness unending Her eyes - they lie hollow and her face petrified Some will go laughing and others condemning But who there among you could have told her goodbye? [Chorus] --- Many a Fine Lady - Townes Van Zandt