With my hand to the sun
I count them from left to right
Oh, how they scream
this murder of crows.
They dance and clamor
encouraging the sun to set faster
craving the arrival of shade
to offer rest for their tired talons.
......
With my hand to the sun
I count them from left to right
Oh, how they scream
this murder of crows.
They dance and clamor
encouraging the sun to set faster
craving the arrival of shade
to offer rest for their tired talons.
......