Besedila: Townes Van Zandt. Velvet Voices.

I'll play upon my violin until the mountains ring
Of lonely laughter blindly thrown
And 'cause an endless sark of strings
The skies are sad

They're dancin' to a silent symphony
And the velvet voices all shall join the singing

The hall is filled to every corner by a tinkling hint of chimes
A melody careens and crumbles
Leaving just a trace behind
A rhythm [unverified] faintly fails

The silver on it's wings
And the velvet voices all shall join the singing

The cymbals flash, the drums they crash
The trumpets rise the song
The brass beton plucks its diamonds
From a glittering wall of almost dawn

The crystal chords they slash the wind in humble majesty
And the velvet voices all shall join the singing