Columbine

(álbum: Townes Van Zandt - 1969)

Tossing hair a-raving
Eyes of flashing blue
All the living that you're saving
Won't buy you dreams for you

Cut yourself a columbine
Tear it from the stem
Now breathe upon the petals fine
And throw them to the wind

Watch the petals dancing
See them twirl and sing
All your pride and prancing
How much does it mean?

Watch the petals start to fly
And then come falling down
Hear the wind begin to cry
As she sees some touch the ground

Ah, lady, like the flower fair
Some day you'll have to fall
And you can find me standing there
To catch you if you crawl

Tossing hair a-raving
Eyes of flashing blue
All the living that you're saving
Won't buy you dreams for you