Old Crows

© Amy Soucy

Old crows fly home on a Sunday
Dark wings wide
Down here gets a little lonely
While I watch, while I wait
As they fly

When winter blows its ragged breath
And shards of you are all that's left
Then spring comes down on a great wide wing
The trees make sound
The crows will sing

CHORUS:
Old crows fly home on a Sunday...

When summer shines your footprints fade
But where you've gone its hard to say
The autumn leaves, the shifting skies
Mean now its time
To say goodbye

(CHORUS)

Old crows fly home on a Sunday
While I watch, while I wait...
As they fly