The Servant's Ace letra

There's a bird, fair and gold, whom my owners do hold.
She refuses to make them a sound.
How it pains them to think that for me she does sing
While I carry their riches around

I might work in their fields, bear them their meals
I might carry the letters they send.
There's a treasure, I know, buried deeply below
That will shatter the shovels of men

There are children of theirs in the bedroom upstairs.
I taught them their letters and words.
They refuse to be heirs and inherit their share
Of a fortune that they never earned

I might sleep in their fold, do as I'm told.
I might shepherd the young that they tend.
There's a silence I leave in the spaces between
That will shadow the lessons of them

I might meet on the shores they defend
Handle the money they lend
I might shackle the hands they condemn
There's a treasure, I know, buried deeply below
That will shatter the shovels of men

There's a bird, fair and gold
Whom my owners do hold
She refuses to make them a sound

Joe Pug - Letras

• A Gentle Few
• A Thousand Men
• Bury Me Far (From My Uniform)
• Deep Dark Wells
• Disguised As Someone Else
• How Good You Are
• Hymn 76
• In The Meantime
• Nation Of Heat
• Neither do I Need a Witness
• Nobody's Man
• One Of Many
• Ours
• Silver Harps And Violins
• Speak Plainly Diana
• Stronger than the World
• The Great Despiser
• The Servant's Ace
• The Sharpest Crown
• Those Thankless Years
• Unsophisticated Heart