Cassandra Wilson
Cassandra Wilson
Cassandra Wilson
Cassandra Wilson
Cassandra Wilson
Cassandra Wilson
Cassandra Wilson
Cassandra Wilson
Cassandra Wilson
There's a crow flying
Black and ragged, tree to tree
It's black as that highway that's leading me
Now he's diving down to pick up
On something shiny
I'm like that black crow flying
In a blue sky
Took the ferry to a highway
Then I drove to a pontoon plane
Took the plane to a taxi
And a taxi to a train
I've been traveling so long
How'm I ever going to know my home
When I see it again
I'm like that black crow flying
In a blue sky
In search of love and music
My whole life has been illumination, corruption
And diving, diving, diving, diving
Diving down to pick up
On every shiny little thing
Just like that black crow flying
In a blue, blue sky
I saw the back crow flying, flying, flying
In a blue, blue sky
I looked at the morning
After being up all night
I looked at my haggard face
In the bathroom light
I looked out the window
And I saw that ragged soul take flight
I saw the back crow flying, flying, flying
In a blue sky
Black Crow was written by Joni Mitchell.
Black Crow was produced by Craig Street.