The color of her hair was
Chinese silver
On a buttermilk mare she
rode through town
And the jealous girls would all avoid her
And the bachelor men would gather round
And the men would sing a song to
Chinese silver
Soul of a hawk, eye of a turtle dove
Yeah, and all the fire in hell won't
melt the ice around her heart
And all the gold in
Dodge won't buy her love
Her pa was a man named
Wilmore
Grady
He ran the mill down by the creek
And the light of his life was
Chinese silver
He laid his soul down by her feet
And the men would sing a song to
Chinese silver
Soul of a hawk, eye of a turtle dove
And all the fire in hell won't melt
the ice around her heart
And all the gold in dodge won't
buy her love
And the men would sing a song to
Chinese silver
Soul of a hawk, eye of a turtle dove
Yeah, and all the fire in hell
Won't melt the ice around her heart
And all the gold in dodge
won't buy her love
The buttermilk man went in the winter
Then
Wilmore
Grady passed away
Well, the years rolled on
And the men stopped singing
Chinese silver turned to gray
But the wind still sings
A song to
Chinese silver
Soul of a hawk, eye of a turtledove
In all the fire and hail
won't melt the ice around her heart
and all the golden dogs
won't buy her love
and the wind still sings a song to
Chinese silver
soul of a hawk and eye of a turtle dove
in all the fire and hell won't melt
the ice around her heart
and all the golden dogs won't buy her love
And all the golden dimes
won't buy her love