There are men who fear legends, but a man legends fear
He’s the four holstered reaper. Crying bullets for tears
When a drought comes in justice bullets make good rain
When the heart ache has dried up… only blood heals the pain
There’s a time for grieving and a time to just pray
There’s a time for for giving, but it’s not for today
You can hide sins from the gavel… you can drown them in rum
When Silas Greaves finds you there’s nowhere to run
And time goes too slowly for the gunslinger’s eye
‘Til he’s buried his promise… there’s no time to cry
There’s a time for grieving.. and a time to just pray
There’s a time for forgiving, but it’s not for today
There’s a time for grieving and a time to just pray
When Silas Greaves Finds you that’s the time you must pay
