The Root

You were given silver
And you were given gold
Inside a silken purse
You can gather more silver
You can gather more gold
It's a blessing or a curse

You can spend it on life
And you can spend it on death
Spend it till it's all spent
The way you use it
Will come down to this
It comes down to your intent

So gather no silver
And gather no gold
Treat them as you'd treat rust
Keep your purse open
But shake out the ash
Be as light as dust

When the angel of death
Spreads his great wings
He'll lift you up
If your purse is heavy
With gold or silver
He'll let you drop.


12.25.09
STE-160 (before some revisions)
STE-164 (take)
Gm Cm D7