Mother crow feels no pain. Speaks no words. Speckled egg, hatching slow. Bible-black baby bird. One day, fly over me. . Placed you in a Flannel coat. Months fly by.
Well you know I hardly speak. And when I do, it's just for you. I haven't said a word in weeks. 'Cause they've been keeping me from you. . But there's a way where there's a will.