The Crow Mother
Brother I
Married in the grove
Passed awhile
Ferried to the shore
You took to the floor
And there, carried on
Brother I
Never let you know

Her tongue
Her teeth
Were all i know
Her cigarettes
Were fabled
I took
My hands
Upon the stove
My silhouette
All sable

And i told you
Told you
Told you
What I told you before
In the wold you
Wold you
Wold you
In the wold you
Will grow
The pyre
The pine
Were growing high
The crow that hide
In stables
The words
I find
From garden-wights
I carved them
In your table

And i told you
Told you
Told you
What I told you before
In the wold you
Wold you
Wold you
In the wold you
Will grow




And don't break home
To prove you're not alone
They won't let go
The songs are never gone
Though their tongues are painted on
And don't break home
To prove you're not alone
They won't let go
The songs are never gone
Though their tongues are painted on