Down from a chimney the young crow fell
Down, down into hell
Trapped he thought no more to tell
But then
He heard
The guitar knell
Ringing like a fire bell
To the rescue here I am
I dug up through the old ash pile
Dead ash tree
Burning flash free
Twigs and mortar fell around
But not a sight of Crow I found
Then a little voice called out
Here I am
Sometimes a bird falls in the land
Will of Odin's none can fathom
Was he real or was he a phantom
Then I had a bird in my hand
Cheap, cheap
It's all so cheap
You thought it was
The Grim reaper's reap
But from ashes to ashes
No more The phoenix crow
Rose proud
Evil bird
They said
But that was all in my head
Your nest wasn't the best
I'm gonna help you out of this
I'm gonna clear out all
The twigs and rubbish
You were so Young
So far yet to fly
How could I let you die
Flew out the window
Tried to get out
But it was shut
Black crow
I want to help you
Black crow
Black crow
There was bird in the fireplace
He had eyes that were black as the coal
pierced my soul
I thought
through and through
You were just the babies
They said you were Cro man
Crow man
Cro-Magnon man
In a sphagnum moss land
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