Of Crows and Crowns
You are a sight for aching eyes
A river for my thirst
When all the world is harsh and dry
Wasted by the curse
All words seem beggarly and poor
Then set to sing your grace
What could I've know of love before
My eyes had seen your face?
My love, how beautiful you are
My love is ever where you are
I know you fear the wounds of time
The wandering feet of crows
But I am yours and you are mine
And none but me can know
How all of you enraptures me
'Til I can't look away
I pray that I will live to see
You wear a crown of gray
My love, how beautiful you are
My love is ever where you are
And when you kiss me I am lost
Or is it that I'm found?
My feet send roots beneath the rocks
To fix me to the ground
Never to float away again
A captive to the tide
No more to wander in the wind
Without you by my side
My love, how beautiful you are
My love is ever where you are