Текст песни Brass Buttons - Gram Parsons

Brass buttons, green silks, and silver shoes
Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottle of blues
And tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair
Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes

My mind was small, and then it grew
My thoughts known only by a few
A dream much too real
To be leaned against too long
And all the time I guess she knew

Her words still dance inside my head
Her comb still lies beside my bed
But the sun comes up without her
It doesn't know she's gone
If it remembers nothing that she said

Brass buttons, green silks, and silver shoes
Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottle of blues
And tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair
Brass buttons, green silks, and silver shoes