When the wind don't blow in Amarillo. And the moon along. The Gunnison don't rise. Shall I cast my dreams. Upon your love, babe. And lie beneath. The laughter of your eyes.
When the wind don't blow in Amarillo. And the moon along. The Gunnison don't rise. Shall I cast my dreams. Upon your love, babe. And lie beneath. The laughter of your eyes.
Ain't much I ain't tried. Fast livin', slow suicide. Then a-runnin' in a place to hide. Just looking for you. . My friends, they all agree. Ain't many a fool like me.
Well, I'm standin' with my head bowed down, now. That ain't right, that ain't wrong. It's just a feelin' but I can't shake it. Well, I keep on tryin' but it's been so long.
Snow don't fall on summers time. Wind don't blow below the sea. My loves lies 'neath frozen skies. And waits in sweet repose for me. . Her eyes did laugh, her lips did sing.
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.
By townes van zandt. . She came and she touched me. With hands made of heaven. Reflections sent spinnin'. Through a face laced in mist. Now I stand where she left me.
When the bandits have stolen your jewelry and gone. And your crippled young gypsy, he's grown tall and strong. And your dead misconceptions have proven you wrong.