The Mercy of Crows Lyrics

When I was a bird

I flew like a bird

I knew all the trees

And I sailed on the breeze 

I went where I pleased

until I encountered a

Murder of crows

They did not sing songs

Only uttered dire warnings

To the slow creep of night

From the quiet early mornings

And the other bright birds

Heeding their words

Avoided the murder of crows

'Til one of their number

Awoke from his slumber

As the song of a lark

Was piercing the dark

And as he listened he fell

Under it's ancestral spell

And he strayed from the murder of crows

Beneath a full moon

He followed that tune

And then charmed by it's form

He strayed far from his home

Over cliff and deep lake

His brothers forsake

Lost to the murder of crows

Now blacker than space

Coat, wings and face

Reflect the world in his eye

Travelling long

On the wake of the song

And he fell as he rose

Far from the murder of crows

Who knows what became

Of that singular bird

His nature as black as

His coat

Was he lost in the grace

That beauty bestows

Or did he fall on the mercy of crows