Crow کے بول

Somewhere on a lonely muddy country road I heard your song, crow, for the first time. Somewhere in the distance wicked, black and low Made me feel as I was running from a crime. Some say she died of drowning in the river deep Some say she died of a sudden start Some say they found her swinging from my old man's tree And some folks say she died of a broken heart. I can't believe they would pay men just to hunt me down But silver coins to each one do they give And by now there's a gallows Standing in the town And I wonder how much more I have to live And I wonder how much more I have to live. Somewhere on a lonely muddy country road I heard your song, crow, for the last time. Somewhere in the distance wicked, black and low Made me feel as I was running from a crime Made me feel as I was running... from a crime.