When I was a young man I caught me a crow
He only had one wing, the other broke
He dragged it behind him & could not fly
I named him for that Raven guy
I found him in the coulee, below the willow
& I built him a cage to fit my window
& I was a pirate of the prairie snow
His burning eyes, his coat of brilliant coal
Backed into the corner, my red hot cage
Bit my finger with a twisting rage
Never took my offered love or my table scraps
He tore to shreds my precious treasure maps
Crows know what crows know
& Edgar he said no & no & no
He watched out the window
Looking for his woman crow
Calling calling always calling
Looking for his woman crow
He escaped my prison & I let him go
Dragging his busted wing and crowing so
Maybe the coyotes got him, maybe the snow
Oh nevermore, nevermore; my one wing crow
Edgar Allen Nevermore in the knotted pine
He never was... no, he never was mine
Crows know what crows know
& Edgar he said no & no & no
He watched out the window
Looking for his woman crow
Calling calling always calling
Looking for his woman crow
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