Silver Dagger

Silver Dagger - Gillian Welch

I'm on the dark side of a hollow hill

The sun comes up babe

But it's hard to get my fill

Your blues are rapping and it fits my mood

I'm through with Bibles

And I'm through with food

Somebody's calling

Trying to track me down

And if I don't answer

I'd hang around

As side-passed lovers lost in the dark

I look for high ground for to build an ark

I can't remember when I felt so free

Maybe September

The year you believed in me

In 1900 and 99

When I found the angels a-drinking wine

Seems every castle is made of sand

The great destroyer sleeps in every man

Here comes my baby here comes my man

With the silver dagger in his hand

Ooooh

With that silver dagger in his hand