Lyrics Dangerous Spirits - Ray Wylie Hubbard

Dangerous Spirits

Dangerous spirits are at large in the hills\nCold dark wings is in the air\nSome have been lost to the shadows within the light\nSome are beyond the reach of prayer\nI myself have stood with the ravens in the rain\nA darkness in my heart, a younger face\nWith a stolen chestnut mare and a blue navy colt\nI was above the law, outside the bounds of grace\nWith a pistol in my hand and no kindness in my eyes\nI wore these as a badge, high fashion\nBut I had to walk away from the powder and the flame\nThe reason was not fear it was compassion\nI let my revolver fall from my hands\nAnd put on the old coat of a pilgrim\nAnd now there is more to me than between my hat and boots\nAnd the treasures I own no one can steal them\nNow I stand in the dirt with the dust on my boots\nThe road that I choose is less travelled\nThe flag that I follow is full of holes and torn\nAh, its sacred threads can never be unraveled\nAnd I have met a woman who is in my breath and bones\nShe’s at ease in either calico or leather\nShe prays to a god who does not hurt or hate\nShe wears earrings of crystals and feathers\nSince I left my revolver in the dirt\nI have known peace since that hour\nAnd now I see my life passing before my eyes\nAs a petal falls from a flower\nAh, but there are dangerous spirits at large in the hills\nCold dark wings is in the air\nSome have been lost to the shadows within the light\nSome are beyond the reach of prayer