Murder of Crows

There's a murder of crows up in the pines And they're heading towards your place in a straight black line Now if the raven depends upon what's already dead You're words don't carry as much weight as mine They say peace flows like a river I just saw yours float on by Vengeance is best left to the hand of God Though I can see you'd like a try O if you go down to the water's edge Find that peace of mind Just know that when the crows get up in the morning So do I There's a murder of crows up in the pines There's a murder of crows up in the pines There's a murder