Crow's Wing

That bird that lies upon the road
The breeze is ruffling its feathers
As if a spirit would be free
Enchanting me

Like the wind in spring
Like the wind in spring
On a crow's wing

No resurrection for the few
It seems to say no clear direction
Upon the road to liberty

Enchanting me
Like the wind in spring
Like the wind in spring
On a crow's wing

I thought the sky was bound to fall
I never dreamed I'd see a falcon
Above the mills and factories
What are those hills that rise so bare?
Their barrenness is of our making
For what we leave is everything
We set it free

Like the wind in spring
Like the wind in spring
On a crow's wing

I thought the rich would take it all
I never dreamed I'd see a falcon
Above the mills and factories
There is no shelter from the breeze
That brings the ruffling of feathers
The great rewilding of our dreams

Enchanting me
Like the wind in spring
Like the wind in spring
On a crow's wing

Enchanting me
Like the wind in spring
Like the wind in spring
On a crow's wing
Like the wind in spring
On a crow's wing