I Sat with the Dead, But I Rose to Ride

I laid my bones by the quiet ground, Heard no voices, heard no sound. The grave was warm, the night was wide, I sat with the dead, but I rose to ride.

I sat with the dead, but I rose to ride, The reaper’s hand reached, but I stepped aside. The earth had room, but the road had more, So I turned my face to the open door. I sat with the dead, but I rose to ride.

The shadows begged me to lay down still, The soil was soft, the night was chill. But a voice inside said, *“Boy, not tonight, The fire you carry still needs its light.”*

I sat with the dead, but I rose to ride, The graves stayed waiting, but I denied. I took their names, I took their song, And swore I’d keep on riding on. I sat with the dead, but I rose to ride.

Every ghost I’ve loved still walks with me, In the dust, in the wind, in memory. I’ll keep their flame, I won’t divide, I sat with the dead, but I rose to ride.

I sat with the dead, but I rose to ride, The reaper’s shadow could not decide. I’ll bleed, I’ll burn, but I won’t hide, I sat with the dead, but I rose to ride.

Find this song on YouTube