A murder of crows hangs on that tree
To sing the death of a dream to me.
Who is listening? The dead and grey.
Where Shall I find thee? In the rain.
Water flows in bubbling stream,
Over rocks and under me.
Who is listening? The twisting vine.
Where shall I find thee? The edge of time.
Moth wings shade my eyes from stars.
Ring the bell and spread the cards.
Who is listening? The mist and cloud.
Where shall I find thee? Beneath the shroud.
Tell me who do you sing to, Tim?
I am singing into the wind.
Who is listening? Sticks and bones.
Where shall I find thee? Under stones.
Water flows in holy spring,
Under sky and over me.
Who is listening? Walking Sam.
Where shall I find thee? In dust and sand.
Crows sing murder from the trees;
Caw and screech my destiny.
Who is listening? Only me.
Where shall i find thee? Between heartbeats.
