Silver and Sun

Chorus

Down in Virginia City the silver veins run deep

With a pickaxe in my hand the yearning never sleeps

Each dawn breaks hopeful over dust and ore and clay

Comstock calls my name again I’ll chase my dream today

Post-Chorus

Silver and sun, silver and sun

Gold may be gone, but silver’s just begun

Verse 2

I heard the old Prospector with whiskers white as snow

Tell tales of bigger fortunes than any man should know

He laughed around the lamplight in the Bucket o’ Blood Saloon

Said one good haul could change your fate, sun up to the moon

Pre-Chorus

My boots are worn from walking shafts that sink below

But a glimmer in the darkness keeps my hopes aglow

Chorus

Down in Virginia City the silver veins run deep

With a pickaxe in my hand the yearning never sleeps

Each dawn breaks hopeful over dust and ore and clay

Comstock calls my name again I’ll chase my dream today

Post-Chorus

Silver and sun, silver and sun

Gold may be gone, but silver’s just begun