The Feral Crow
©1999, Scott Ainslie
I'm gonna blow off the top of this mountain
And fill up the valley below.
Before we get done, the dust will block out the sun
And we'll peel back the layers of coal.
She was both young and beautiful;
Unspoiled, high and low.
But they've killed her babies in her nest:
She is the feral crow.
It's a clean cut when the knife is sharp.
It's the dull knife, leaves a scar.
And how she shines, both black and blue;
Her talons, cruel and sharp.
One night, her beak will crack the earth
And swallow it in the dark.
It's a clean cut when the knife is sharp.
It's the dull knife, leaves a scar.
There's a yellow band around her eye,
Just like a wedding ring.
The farmer he will track her down
And kill her before she sings.
It's a clean cut when the knife is sharp.
It's the dull knife, leaves a scar.>
And so she moves from pine to pine,
A sorrow, in her breast.
And she'll put out the miner's eyes...
And put coal dust in his chest.
And it's a clean cut when the knife is sharp.
It's the dull knife, leaves a scar.
I'm gonna blow off the top of this mountain....
And fill up the valley below.
PERSONNEL:
Scott Ainslie: Diddley Bow, Acoustic Guitar, Clawhammer Banjo & Vocals
Scott Petito: Bass, Synthesizer Pad & Octave Mandolin
Jerry Marotta: Drums, Percussion
Marc Shulman: Electric Guitars
Leslie Ritter: Harmony Vocal