Silver Spade

Words and music by Bill Price

Graveyard shift ain't no fun
With your back against the stone
Poems and prayers all adrift
Part-rose, half-froze, moonlight, pure white like a bone

A thousand crows in naked trees
Rotten planks across the bridge
Black water flows below
It's murky, it's jerky, it's swirling, hurling on a pilgrimage

A circuit rider among the dead
Delivering promises cursed and prayed
A pale rider among the quick
Brings to me a silver spade

Muddy boots, holy gloves
Aging hands upon the plow
A ribbon of black - fingers like roots
Turncoat, last wrote an unspoken, an unbroken vow

A circuit rider among the dead
Delivering promises cursed and prayed
A pale rider among the quick
Brings to me a silver spade

Graveyard shift ain't no fun
With your heart around the clock
The bleat of lambs, a fleeting gift
Faded, paraded, burned out, turned out from the flock

A circuit rider among the dead
Delivering promises cursed and prayed
A pale rider among the quick
Brings to me a silver spade

Graveyard shift ain't no fun

© 2006 Mr. Quill Music (BMI)