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Lyrics from live recording at City Winery on 2017-04-19
https://archive.org/details/jr2017-04-19.mk6.edtyre/joshritter2017-04-19.mk6.edtyre.t11.flac

[Intro]
Em  Em  Em  Em

[Verse 1]
Em
Oh, I have a silver blade,
   D
The edges sharp, the handle bone.
  Am
A pretty thing of silver made,
C
Now it's the only thing I own.
Em
Once I knew a lordling fine.
  D
I heard him whistle as he rode.
   Am
And I was bold to call him mine.
  C
The shoes upon his horse were gold.

Em  D  Am  C

[Verse 2]
Em
One look in my eyes and he,
D
Bid me climb onto his horse.
  Am
And asked if I'd his lady be,
   C
And go away for ever more?
  Em
He spoke of love songs at each kiss,
   D
And I who was a young girl then,
   Am
Was promissed every young girls bliss,
C
Got up and rode away with him.
   Em
He led me through his castle tall,
    D
With promises and jewels until,
   Am
He led me through his castle hall,
    C
And took my clothes and worked his will.
    Em
And when he had and I lay there,
D
From my head with a silver blade,
   Am
He cut a lock of my cold black hair,
    C
And bid me dress and go my way.

[Break]
Em  D  Am  C
Em  D  Am  C

[Verse 3]
     Em
But I marked well the silver blade,
    D
And where he laid it when he did,
    Am
And when his back was turned away,
  C
I burried it beneath his ribs.
  Em
I used the dagger as a spade,
D
Where the thorns and lilacs grow.
  Am
I cut the ground into a grave,
C
In a place even God don't know.
   Em
And every evening I returned,
D
To the place for him I chose,
Am
Until his skin had turned to worms,
 C
Wild dogs scattered his bones.
    Em
And all I have of what I was,
D
Is the memory of a maid,
Am
Who mistook a thief for love,
C
But who gained a silver blade.

Em  D  Am  C

[Outro]
     Em  D  Am  C
Silver blade.

Em  D  Am  C
Em  D  Am  C

            
            
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