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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
They're dancin' to a silent symphony
And the velvet voices all shall join the singing
The hall is filled to every corner by a tinkling hint of chimes
A melody careens and crumbles
Leaving just a trace behind
A rhythm [unverified] faintly fails
The silver on it's wings
And the velvet voices all shall join the singing
The cymbals flash, the drums they crash
The trumpets rise the song
The brass beton plucks its diamonds
From a glittering wall of almost dawn
The crystal chords they slash the wind in humble majesty
And the velvet voices all shall join the singing
- Álbum:
- Our Mother The Mountain
- Townes Van Zandt
- For The Sake Of The Song: First Album
- Sunshine Boy
- No Deeper Blue
- The Nashville Sessions
- Roadsongs
- At My Window
- The Late Great Townes Van Zandt
- High, Low And In Between
- Delta Momma Blues
- Miscellaneous
- Legend
- Texas Troubadour
- Rear View Mirror
- Absolutely Nothing
- Drama Falls Like Teardrops
- The Very Best of Townes Van Zandt: The Texan Troubadour
- Singer Songwriter Collection
- The Best of Townes Van Zandt