By Townes Van Zandt



Let Me Tell You A Story 'bout A Girl I Knew

Fairest Skin With Eyes Of Blue

I Swear To The Lord That I Loved Her True

It's A Year Now She's Been Gone



Her Spirit Was As Bright As The Soft Sunshine

Lips The Color Of Strawberry Wine

I Wish To God She Still Was Mine

The Chance Won't Come Again



After First We Lay In Love's Sweet Bed

With One Look At Her Eyes I Might Have Read

All The Pain That Was Flying Through Her Head

Through My Guilt I Could Not See



I Turned To Her When The Morning Came

Hungry Thoughts Racing Through My Brain

But The Knife In Her Heart Screamed Herself She'd Slain

And A Note Whispered Love Too Soon



Her Old Man Screamed And Her Mother Cried

All I Could Do Was To Wonder Why

A Girl In Her Youth Was Forced To Die

Is Loving Such A Crime?



She Died [few In The Years] With Breasts Still Small

Seeing Sixteens Summers And Fifteen Falls

Me And My Blindness Never Realized All

The Fear She Kept Inside



Let Me Tell You A Story 'bout A Girl I Knew

Fairest Skin With Eyes Of Blue

I Swear To The Lord That I Loved Her True