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