By townes van zandt
Tossin hair a-ravin
Eyes of flashin blue
All the livin that youre savin
Wont 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 dancin
See them twirl and sing
All your pride and prancin
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 youll have to fall
And you can find me standin there
To catch you if you crawl
Tossin hair a-ravin
Eyes of flashin blue
All the livin that youre savin
Wont buy you dreams for you