Dagger; SilverAutor des Textes: Brown, Pat
My father is a travelling man,
He never can settle down.
For that is the price of the things he did,
And so he must ride alone.
A silver dagger hangs at his side
Proclaiming for all who can see,
That here is a man who has taken the road
And will fight for the price of his fee.
Some take the dagger for things they have done,
Some take the dagger for shame,
But I will take the dagger for love,
Of the road and the life and the man that I love,
With no guilt, no regrets and no blame.
O Father, I will ride with you,
And see the world so wide,
I'll learn to fight the knife and the sword
And to sleep at the cold road side.
I'll learn to live in the snow and the rain,
I'll learn to live in the sun,
And althought I'm a maid I will not be afraid
And I'll fight till the battle is won.
So I have learned to ride the road,
To fight with sword and knife,
And I have a companion at my side
To ride the long road called life.
A silver dagger hangs at my side
Proclaiming to all who can see,
That there is a woman who's taken the road
And will fight for the price of her fee.