Lirieke: Thrice. As The Crow Flies.

Mother crow, feels no pain
Speaks no word
Speckled egg, hatching slow
Bible black, baby bird

One day fly over me

Placed you in flanneled coat
Months fly by
Grow your bones, feather, skin
Bible black by and by

You will spread your wings
One day fly over me

Fly over, fly over me, over me
Fly over, fly over me