| Song | (Quicksilver Daydreams Of) Maria |
| Artist | Townes Van Zandt |
| Album | For the Sake of the Song: First Album |
| 作词 : VanZandt | |
| By townes van zandt | |
| Well, the diamonds fades quickly when matched to the face of maria | |
| All the harps they sound empty when she lifts her lips to the sky | |
| The brown of her skin makes her hair seem a soft golden rainfall | |
| That spills from the mountains to the bottomless depths of her eyes | |
| Well, she stands all around me her hands slowly sifting the sunshine | |
| All the laughter that linger down deep 'neath her smilin' is free | |
| Well, it spins and it twirls like a hummingbird lost in the morning | |
| And caresses the south wind and silently sails to the sea | |
| Ah, the sculpter stands stricken and the artist he throws away his brushes | |
| When her image comes dancin' the sun she turns sullen with shame | |
| And the birds they go silent the wind stops his sad mournful singing | |
| When the trees of the forest start gently to whisper'in her name | |
| So as softly she wanders i'll desperately follow her footsteps | |
| And i'll chase after shadows that offer a trace of her sight | |
| Ah, they promise eternally that she lays hidden within them | |
| But i find they've decieved me and sadly i bid them goodbye | |
| So the serpent slide softly away with these moments of laughter | |
| And the the old washy woman has finish her cleanin' and gone | |
| But the bamboo hang heavy in the bondage of quicksilver daydreams | |
| And a lonely child longingly looks for a place to belong |
| zuò cí : VanZandt | |
| By townes van zandt | |
| Well, the diamonds fades quickly when matched to the face of maria | |
| All the harps they sound empty when she lifts her lips to the sky | |
| The brown of her skin makes her hair seem a soft golden rainfall | |
| That spills from the mountains to the bottomless depths of her eyes | |
| Well, she stands all around me her hands slowly sifting the sunshine | |
| All the laughter that linger down deep ' neath her smilin' is free | |
| Well, it spins and it twirls like a hummingbird lost in the morning | |
| And caresses the south wind and silently sails to the sea | |
| Ah, the sculpter stands stricken and the artist he throws away his brushes | |
| When her image comes dancin' the sun she turns sullen with shame | |
| And the birds they go silent the wind stops his sad mournful singing | |
| When the trees of the forest start gently to whisper' in her name | |
| So as softly she wanders i' ll desperately follow her footsteps | |
| And i' ll chase after shadows that offer a trace of her sight | |
| Ah, they promise eternally that she lays hidden within them | |
| But i find they' ve decieved me and sadly i bid them goodbye | |
| So the serpent slide softly away with these moments of laughter | |
| And the the old washy woman has finish her cleanin' and gone | |
| But the bamboo hang heavy in the bondage of quicksilver daydreams | |
| And a lonely child longingly looks for a place to belong |