Ray Wylie Hubbard - Dangerous spirits

^DDangerous spirits are at large in the hills ^Dcold dark wings is in the air ^Dsome have been lost to th^Ge shadows within the light ^Dsome are b^Aeyond the reach^D of prayer

^DI myself have stood with the ravens in the rain ^Da darkness in my heart and a younger face ^Dand with a stolen chestnut mare and ^Ga blue navy colt I was ^Dabove the law o^Autside the bounds^D of grace

^DWith a pistol in my hand and no kindness in my eyes ^DI wore these as a badge high in fashion ^Dbut I had to walk away from th^Ge powder and the flame the ^Dreason was no^At fear it ^Dwas compassion ^DI let my revolver fall from my hands ^Dand put on the coat of a pilgrim ^Dnow there is more to me tha^Gn between my hat and boots and the ^Dtreasures ^AI own no one ^Dcan steal them

^DNow I stand in the dirt with the dust on my boots ^Dthe road that I choose is less travelled ^Dthe flag that I follow i^Gs full of holes and torn and its ^Dsacred threads ca^An never be ^Dunraveled

^DAnd I have met a woman who is in my breath and bones ^Dshe's at ease in either calico or leather ^Dshe prays to a god who does no^Gt hurt or hate she ^Dwears earrings o^Af crystals^D and feathers

^DSince I left my revolver in the dirt ^DI have known peace since that hour ^Dand now I see my lif^Ge passing before my eyes as a ^Dpeta^Al falling fro^Dm a flower

^DAh but there are dangerous spirits are at large in the hills ^Dcold dark wings is in the air ^Dsome have been lost to th^Ge shadows within the light ^Dsome are b^Aeyond the reach^D of prayer