The Crow      by John Flynn
© Flying Stone Music

Thereís crow in the tree and heís laughing at me
From the field by the house where I stay
His eyes black and cold know the lies that Iíve told
And his song mocks the music I play

Itís not far from your heart to hers as the crow flies
Itís not far from your heart to hers
The roads that you choose tear the soles from your shoes
But itís 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

Itís not far from your heart to hers as the crow flies
Itís not far from your heart to hers
The roads that you choose tear the soles from your shoes
But itís not far from your heart to hers

This morning I searched but heíd 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 youíve lost a friend

Itís not far from your heart to hers as the crow flies
Itís not far from your heart to hers
The roads that you choose tear the soles from your shoes
But itís not far from your heart to hers

The roads that you choose tear the soles from your shoes
But itís not far from your heart to hers
But itís not far from your heart to hers