There's an old black crow on my window sill
She's screaming out, she's had her fill
She ain't got no mama, she ain't got no home
Heart is broken, and she's all alone
I hear her cry all through the night
I hear her fly with all her might
She's searching out to find her soul
But just like me; pain takes its toll
The old black crow can't get no rest
Old black crow has done her best
We screech through our lives like the old black crow
How do we prepare for what we couldn't see or know?
She flaps her wings, but doesn't get far
Something holds her back, can't reach her star
You can take many paths, you can travel many roads
You can travel light, or you can carry heavy loads
But when you reach your place and the wind begins to slow
Stories echo in the night like the old black crow
We scream through our lives like the old black crow
Move too fast when we should move slow
We screech through our lives like the old black crow
How do we prepare for what we couldn't see or know?
There's an old black crow on my window sill
She's crying out, she's losing her will
She ain't got no kin, she ain't got no home
Her heart is broken, and she's all alone
I feel her pain deep in my bones
Are these lessons learned stepping stones
I feel a kinship with the old black crow
Is it true that you reap, reap what you sow?
What did she do to deserve this plight?
I wonder myself, does darkness bring new sight?
She's screaming out, she's had her fill
She ain't got no mama, she ain't got no home
Heart is broken, and she's all alone
I hear her cry all through the night
I hear her fly with all her might
She's searching out to find her soul
But just like me; pain takes its toll
The old black crow can't get no rest
Old black crow has done her best
We screech through our lives like the old black crow
How do we prepare for what we couldn't see or know?
She flaps her wings, but doesn't get far
Something holds her back, can't reach her star
You can take many paths, you can travel many roads
You can travel light, or you can carry heavy loads
But when you reach your place and the wind begins to slow
Stories echo in the night like the old black crow
We scream through our lives like the old black crow
Move too fast when we should move slow
We screech through our lives like the old black crow
How do we prepare for what we couldn't see or know?
There's an old black crow on my window sill
She's crying out, she's losing her will
She ain't got no kin, she ain't got no home
Her heart is broken, and she's all alone
I feel her pain deep in my bones
Are these lessons learned stepping stones
I feel a kinship with the old black crow
Is it true that you reap, reap what you sow?
What did she do to deserve this plight?
I wonder myself, does darkness bring new sight?