Many a Fine Lady Songtext
von Townes Van Zandt

Well, it′s many a fine lady
That's walked along 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 was heavy
And her laughter was slow
Well, I courted her gently
And I loved her most dearly
And I came her majestic reflection to know


Her words like a 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
And endlessly creatures of darkness were cuttin′
Their paths through the walls that shelter the soul

But no longer gypsy
Like sadness unending
Her eyes they lay hollow
And her face petrified
Well, the sun will go laughin'
And others condemn him
But who there among you
Could have told her goodbye


Oh, it's many a fine lady
That′s layed 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
Some turned away
Not to look back again