The Crows Song

March 26, 1999

Today

I’ve been talking to

A crow

Down by the old tin mine

He’s been telling me

Of all the shiny things

He found yesterday

In the stream

 

I talk to the birds

And I talk to the trees

I talk to the flowers

I talk to the streams

 

The crow

He told me many things

And of a polished stone

The colour of fallen leaves

He said if you have an honest heart

It is a magic stone

Upon it’s surface the future will be revealed

 

I talk to the birds

I talk to the trees

Won’t you please stop the voices

Won’t you please take me

 

The Crow

He found the magic stone

In a crystal pool, beneath a willow tree

He collects only shiny things

Thats how he found the stone

He saw the fire in the eyes of the fox

 

I talk to the birds

And I talk to the trees

Won’t you please, stop the voices

Won’t you please, take me

 

Words by Mark from “Cactus Farming At The Ends Of The Earth” first published by Miracle Grow 2001.