The Crow Girls
ever seen the Crow Girls, black as black can be,
flying high in the Sky, over Land and the Sea,
calling, guiding loved ones newly passed away
to the OtherWorld through the Veils thin and grey, thin and grey
ever seen the Crow Girls, perched round the battlefield,
neither victors nor the vanquished will ever be revealed,
wings that shimmer in the glimmer of the early morning light
through the mists and the smoke on their flight, on their flight
ever seen the Crow Girls, singing ‘neath the moon
of the sadness and the gladness that both fill their tune,
piercing hearts that know the secrets of the Crow Girls’ song
knowing deep down inside it won’t be long, won’t be long
