Knight of Pentacles

Lyrics

Let the others kick up dust and ride the ridge
I've got a heavy black horse who knows how to stand
He doesn't spook at the thunder, he doesn't rush the bridge
Just leaves a canyon footprint in the bottomland
Forty-four acres of turned dirt stretching behind
Furrows in a line as straight as a ledger
I ain’t got no glittering summit to find
I’m just walking the edge here

Hold the coin flat on an open palm
It don't shine in the dark, it don't sing in your ear
They call it too slow, they call it too calm
But the heavy black horse is the only one still standing here
It’s a dull kind of glory, I know
But you gotta love the ground if you want something to grow

The boy with the sword is out chasing the weather
The kid with the wand is burning up his prime
I’m sitting in the iron, putting the pieces together
Watching an eight-pound horseshoe sink in the lime
No sudden movements, no flash in the pan
Just the weight of the coat and the grit on the hand
The mind wants a shortcut, a pattern in the clay
But the dirt only pays out a fraction a day

Hold the coin flat on an open palm
It don't shine in the dark, it don't sing in your ear
They call it too slow, they call it too calm
But the heavy black horse is the only one still standing here
It’s a dull kind of glory, I know
But you gotta love the ground if you want something to grow

I look at this copper like it’s the sun coming up
I don't need a river, I don't need a cup
Just the friction of time, the ache in the knee
And the absolute quiet of the canopy
Yeah, they left me behind
But they'll come back when they're hungry

Hold it flat. Keep him still.
Let the shadow stretch long over the hill.
Forty-four acres.
A dull kind of glory.
Just the dirt, and the coin, and the end of the story.