Lyrics

There’s a morther of crowys gathered on the lawn.
I’ve been waiting for them to fly, my love, the sun is almost gone.
I’ve never seen so black and sleek - a perfect pitch of night.
There’s a morther of crowys my love and it’s such a haunting sight.

I thought with time and distance I’d lose them in the rain
but the morther of crowys, my love, is calling out my name.
Their beaks will surely pierce the glass and shatter this
refrain so I’ll pen another song to sing through time and time again.

With every moon I’ll fall in love with you.
With every moon I’ll fall.
I will uncover another brilliant hue.
With every moon.

There’s a morther of crowys gathered on the lawn.
They’re waiting for me to fly you know the sun is almost gone.
You’ll never hear a melody for them there is no song.
The morther of crowys, my love, won’t let me move along.

I thought with time and distance I’d lose them in the rain but the morther of crowys, my love, is calling out my name. My
shoes already laced up – it’s time to meet with Freya - but the morther of crowys, my love, won’t let me out today.

With every moon I’ll fall in love with you.
With every moon I’ll fall.
I will uncover another brilliant hue.
With every moon.