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
Stuart Staples "Sixteen Summers, Fifteen Falls" (Townes Van Zandt)
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pzy8U2_JBAw
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
Stuart Staples
"Sixteen Summers, Fifteen Falls"
(Townes Van Zandt)
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A porta do barraco era sem trinco
Mas a lua furando o nosso zinco
Salpicava de estrelas o nosso chão
Tu, pisavas nos astros distraida
Sem saber que a ventura desta vida
É a cabrocha, o luar e o violão
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