The Crow by John Flynn
© Flying Stone Music
There’s crow in the tree and he’s laughing at me
From the field by the house where I stay
His eyes black and cold know the lies that I’ve told
And his song mocks the music I play
It’s not far from your heart to hers as the crow flies
It’s not far from your heart to hers
The roads that you choose tear the soles from your shoes
But it’s not far from your heart to hers
Seven days past from the first to the last time
I saw him from my window sill
Seven nights long since I first heard his song
And it echoes inside of me still
It’s not far from your heart to hers as the crow flies
It’s not far from your heart to hers
The roads that you choose tear the soles from your shoes
But it’s not far from your heart to hers
This morning I searched but he’d flown from his perch
And the tree stood alone in the wind
How can a thing hurt so much then take wing
And make you feel like you’ve lost a friend
It’s not far from your heart to hers as the crow flies
It’s not far from your heart to hers
The roads that you choose tear the soles from your shoes
But it’s not far from your heart to hers
The roads that you choose tear the soles from your shoes
But it’s not far from your heart to hers
But it’s not far from your heart to hers