Silver In the Shadow - The Felice Brothers

The snow’s falling softly and the grass is still green

The captain above me is so luminously clean

We’re daisy companions, a man and his beast

Silver in the shadow, and there’s gold in the stream

I know I hear you heaving and kicking the dirt

I know that it’s broken, and I know that it hurts

There’s a river of nothing, and you’re dying of thirst

Just one sip and off you swim;

it’s the last day you’ll work

Do you die like an Irish in an anthracite mine?

Are you alive like the first night with your candlelit bride?

She’s your darling companion and so thoughtlessly kind

We’ll ride out to meet her the day we survive