As The Crow Flys - Thrice

Mother crow feels no pain, speaks no word

Speckled egg, hatching slow

Bible-black baby bird

One day, fly over me

Placed you in a flannel coat, months fly by

Grow your bones, feathers, skin

Bible-black, by and by

You will spread your wings

One day, fly over me

Fly over, fly over me, over me

Fly over, fly over me