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