Like A Summer Thursday Lyrics - Our Mother The Mountain - Townes Van Zandt

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