Silver Dagger Songtext
von 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 blue serape, and it fits my mood
I′m through with Bibles, and I'm through with food

Somebody's calling, tryna track me down
And if I don′t answer, I can hang around
I slide past lovers lost in the dark
I look for high ground for to build an ark


And I can′t remember when I felt so free
Maybe September, the year you believed in me
In nineteen hundred-and-ninety-nine
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 that silver dagger in his hand

Ooh, ooh-doo
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
With that silver dagger in his hand