Cry, Cry, Crow - The Pines

In the morning, I buckle my shoes like a pilgrim

And make my way to the highway

In the silhouette of silos

Cry, cry, crow

I love you, more than you’ll ever know dear

Before I was born I could hear you

Calling my name from far away

Cry, cry, crow

In the distance, all the way from Iowa

The city glows like a beating

Heart upon the table

Cry, cry, crow

In the dome-light, wherever you are going

The hourglass your holding

Is filled with falling snow

Cry, cry, crow