Blackest Crow
Tim O'Brien · Other Songs - Tim O'Brien
How little you know of the grief and woe in my poor
and my poor aching heart
Tis' but I suffer for your sake believe me dear it's true
I wish that you were staying here or I was going with you
I wish my breast were made of glass wherein you might behold
Upon my heart your name lies wrote in letters made of gold
In letters made of gold my love, believe me when I say
You are the one that I will adore until my dying day
The blackest crow that ever flew would surely turn to white
If ever I prove false to you bright day will turn to night
Bright day will turn to day my love, the elements will mourn
If ever I prove false to you the seas will rage and burn
Blackest Crow
Tim O'Brien's 'Blackest Crow' stands as a testament to his enduring mastery of traditional English folk music. Known for his distinctive vocal style and intricate guitar work, O'Brien has spent decades interpreting and revitalizing songs from the British Isles. This recording captures his ability to breathe new life into older material, blending historical authenticity with a contemporary acoustic sensibility. The track reflects the moody, narrative-driven qualities often found in his broader discography, where storytelling takes center stage. As a respected figure in the folk community, O'Brien continues to draw from a rich well of source material, ensuring that these timeless melodies remain accessible to modern audiences. His approach to 'Blackest Crow' exemplifies the care and precision he brings to every performance, solidifying his reputation as a vital interpreter of the genre.