My mother said,
that I should stone the Crows, stone the Crows,
That were everywhere that I went.
To this day, I watch them,
Black against the sky above,
But to be honest,
I’m not really sure what it was that she meant.
But I still watch them,
Circling over head,
Seeing what I see.
I still watch them,
Hanging on the wind,
Hanging on the breeze.
I still watch them looking down on me.
My mother said,
That I should always trust the Angels,
On their shiny shiny wings.
That they would always watch me
Watch over me, protect me,
Keep me safe from nasty, unspecified things.
Put their wings all around me, and keep me safe,
Keep me snug and warm.
Walk with me when things got rough,
When days were dark and scary,
That they would always
Protect me from the storm.
Got a Crow on my shoulder,
And an Angel on my arm,
Some times they kind of get all mixed.
Crows and Angels,
Angles and Crows,
Angles and Crows,
And Crows and Angels,
My mother never did tell me,
Really which one of them was which.
I have a Crow
Who flies with me on
Shiny, shiny, shiny wings.
Watches me, and looks out for me,
He watches me, and looks out for me,
Flies with me.
A Crow who teaches me,
lots of things, lots of things.
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