There's a Crow on the Barrow - Falconer

There’s a crow on the barrow

Saddest of figures in grey

Guardian of the royal grave

Ancient leyends say

There’s a moan from the upon hill

Clad in a silvery light

Dweller of a forgotten tomb

Dormant heathen might

Croaking at the autumn sky

An accolade in the wind

Carried to the ones up high

There’s a crow on the barrow

Silently spying into the dark

There’s a crow on the barrow

Secretly scowling into the black autumn night

There’s a present calmness so dense

A bower of eternal peace

Vague shadows in reverence

Like breezes through the tress

Echoes of the ceremony

Flashes of silver and gold

Offerings of beast and slaves

While odes and legends told

Croaking at the autumn sky

An accolade in the wind

Carried to the ones up high

There’s a crow on the barrow

Silently spying into the dark

There’s a crow on the barrow

Secretly scowling into the black autumn night

There’s a crow on the barrow

Silently spying into the dark

There’s a crow on the barrow

Secretly scowling into the black autumn night