Black Crow King

I am the black crow king I am the black crow king The Keeper of the nodding corn All the hammers are a-talking, all the nails are a-singing So sweet and low, you can hear it in the valley Where live the lame and the blind They climb the hill out of its belly, leave with mean, black boots on I just made a simple gesture They jumped up and nailed it to my shadow Spread-eagled like a hooker You know, my shadow's made of timber And the storm is a-rolling And the storm, its a-rolling And I'm still rolling after everybody's gone I'm still here, rolling after everybody's gone I'm still here rolling and I'm left on my own The blackbirds have all gone, everyone's rolled on I am the black crow king Keeper of the trodden corn I am the king, won't say it again And the rain, it raineth daily Lord And wash away my clothes I surrender up my arms to a company of crows I am the black crow king, honey, I won't say it again And all the thorns are a-crowning King ruby on each spine And all the spears are a-sailing Oh, my, oh, my The storm is a-rolling The storm is a-rolling All down on me And I'm still rolling after everybody's gone I'm still here, rolling after everybody's gone I'm still here, rolling after everybody's gone The blackbirds have flown and everybody's gone And I'm on my own, I'm the black crow king Keeper of the forgotten corn The king, the king I'm the king of nothin' at all The hammers are talking The nails are singing The spears are sailing The thorns are a-crowning him The crows are a-mocking The corn is a-nodding The storm, it's a-rolling The storm, it's a-rolling The storm, it's a-rolling down The storm, it's a-rolling down The storm is a-rolling down on me Yeah, rolling down on me