(Townes Van Zandt). Columbine Music ASCAP. . Won't say I love you babe. Won't say I need you babe. But I'm going to get you babe. and I will not do you wrong.
Clouds didn't look like cotton. They didn't even look like clouds. I was underneath the weather. And my friends looked like a crowd. The swimming home was full of rock.
Won't say I love you, babe. Won't say I need you, babe. But I'm gonna' get you, babe. And I will not do you wrong. Living's mostly wasting time. And I waste my share of mine.
The name she gave was Caroline. A daughter of a miner. And her ways were free. It seemed to me. That sunshine walked beside her. . She came from Spencer.
Won't say I love you babe. Won't say I need you babe. But, I'm gonna get you babe. And I will not do you wrong. Livin's mostly wastin' time. . I waste my share of mine.
Well, the clouds didn't look like cotton, they didn't even look like clouds. I was underneath the weather and all my friends looked a crowd. The swimmin' hole was full of rum, I tried to find out why.
So close and yet so far away. And all the things I'd hoped to say. Will have to go unsaid today. Perhaps until tomorrow. . Fears have built a wall between.
Won't say I love you, babe. Won't say I need you, babe. I'm gonna get you babe. And I will not do you wrong. . Living's mostly wasting time. I'll waste my share of mine.
By Townes Van Zandt. I'll play upon my violin. Until the mountains ring. Of lonely laughter blindly thrown. And cause an endless sark of strings. The skies are sad.
Of those that sailed the silver ships from Andilar I am the last. And the deeds that rang our youthful dreams it seems shall go undone. North for the shores of Valinor our bows and crimson sails were made.
The old woman finally caught me. Sneakin' 'round her cave. Her hair looked just like barbwire, boys. And her smile just like the grave. . She asked me could I stay awhile.
Well, the name she gave was Caroline. The daughter of a miner. An' her ways were free, an' it seemed to me. That sunshine walked beside her. . She'd come from Spencer, across the hill.
By townes van zandt. . Among the strangest things I ever heard. Was when a friend of mine said "man, let's get some thunderbird". I said "what's that? " he just started to grin.
Well, the next day I drove to the address. By Japanese design I was really impressed. It looked like a regular house. Of the rising sun. . I walked inside, I was all alone.
The name she gave was Caroline. Daughter of a miner. And her ways were free and it seemed to me. The sunshine walked beside her. . She came to Spencer, across the hill.
The name she gave was Caroline. The daughter of a miner. And her ways were free and it seemed to me. The sunshine walked beside her. She come from Spencer 'coss the hill.