Like A Summer Thursday

(альбом: Our Mother The Mountain - 1969)

Her face was crystal
Fair and fine
And her breath was morning
And her lips were wine
And her eyes were laughter
And her touch divine
And her face was crystal
And she was mine

If only she
Could feel my pain
But feeling is a burden
She can't sustain
So like a summer Thursday
I cry for rain
To come and turn
The ground to green again

If only she
Could hear my songs
'bout the empty difference
'tween the rights and wrongs
Then I know that I
Could stand alone
As well as they
Now that she's gone

Her face was crystal
Fair and fine
And her breath was morning
And her lips were wine
And her eyes were laughter
And her touch divine
And her face was crystal
And she was mine