13

(gram parsons)



5





30

Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes



30

Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottled blues



36

And tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair



30

Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes



5





27

My mind was young and then it grew



24

My thoughts known only by a few



38

A dream much too real to be leaned against too long



26

And all the time i guess she knew



5





2c

Her thoughts still dance inside my head



27

Her comb still lies beside the bed



41

But the sun comes up without her, it doesn't know she's gone



2b

And it remembers nothing that she said



5





30

Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes



30

Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottled blues



36

And tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair



30

Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes



5





4