Townes van Zandt - Like a summer thursday

^CHer face was ^Em7crystal,^F fair and ^Cfine ^FAnd her breath was m^Emorning,^Am and her lips were ^Gwi^G7ne ^FAnd her eyes were ^Claughter,^Am and her touch di^Fvine ^GAnd her face was crystal,^F and she was ^Cmine

^CIf only ^Em7she ^Fcould feel my ^Cpain ^FBut feelin' is a ^Emburden^Am she can't ^Gsu^G7stain ^FSo like a summer ^CThursday^Am I cry for ^Frain ^GTo come and turn the ground to ^Fgreen ag^Cain

^CIf only ^Em7she ^Fcould hear my ^Csongs ^F'Bout the empty ^Emdifference 'tween the r^Amights and ^Gwr^G7ongs ^FThen I know that ^CI ^Amcould stand ^Falone ^GAs well as they,^F now that she's ^Cgone

^CHer face was c^Em7rystal,^F fair and ^Cfine ^FAnd her breath was ^Emmorning,^Am and her lips were ^Gwi^G7ne ^FAnd her eyes were ^Claughter^Am, and her touch di^Fvine ^GAnd her face was crystal,^F and she was ^Cmine