(Emmylou Harris)



I have seen your soul turn black

And then retreat

To that dark place where no one else may follow

I waited here for your returning

To roll your cigarette

And wash your bloodied feet



You have heard the silent running

Of my dreams

Broke me from the grip of grief and fever

With the sound of your voice speaking my name

And a kiss

That I will feel forever



In the hour of gold, the hour of lead

WG did forge our wedding bed

On a hard and holy road

We lay down our head

In tha hour of gold, the hour oi lead



I have watched you riding on

The wall of death

And when il finally breaks you and you fall

I will tear this dress of muslin that you gave me

To bind the fatal wound

And catch your last sweet breath



In the hour of gold, the hour of lead

We did forge our wedding bed

On a hard and holy road

We lay down our head

In the hour of gold, the hour of lead



But the world will be my witness when

They excavate my heart

And find the image of your face

Imprinted there like some Shroud of Turin

That neither time Nor tundra could erase



In the hour of gold, the hour of lead

We did forge our wedding bed

On a hard and holy road

We lay down our head

In the hour of gold, the hour of lead