Blackmore's Night

3 Black Crows

Blackmore's Night

Ghost Of A Rose


3 black crows were sitting on a fence
Watching the world pass them by
Laughing at humanity and its pretense
Wondering where next to fly...

*And they cackled in joy and dove through the air
Like the winds of a hurricane
And they spread their wings as if to declare
"Onward , let freedom ring!"

3 black crows are sitting in a tree
Looking down on mankind
Loving how it feels to be so free
Leaving us far behind...

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