| Song | Columbine |
| Artist | Townes Van Zandt |
| Album | Townes Van Zandt |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : VanZandt | |
| By townes van zandt | |
| Tossin' hair a-ravin' | |
| Eyes of flashin' blue | |
| All the livin' that you're savin' | |
| 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 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 you'll 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 you're savin' | |
| Won't buy you dreams for you |
| zuo ci : VanZandt | |
| By townes van zandt | |
| Tossin' hair aravin' | |
| Eyes of flashin' blue | |
| All the livin' that you' re savin' | |
| 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 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 you' ll have to fall | |
| And you can find me standin' there | |
| To catch you if you crawl | |
| Tossin' hair aravin' | |
| Eyes of flashin' blue | |
| All the livin' that you' re savin' | |
| Won' t buy you dreams for you |
| zuò cí : VanZandt | |
| By townes van zandt | |
| Tossin' hair aravin' | |
| Eyes of flashin' blue | |
| All the livin' that you' re savin' | |
| 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 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 you' ll have to fall | |
| And you can find me standin' there | |
| To catch you if you crawl | |
| Tossin' hair aravin' | |
| Eyes of flashin' blue | |
| All the livin' that you' re savin' | |
| Won' t buy you dreams for you |