The Mercy of Crows Video (MV)

When I was a bird
I flew like a bird
I knew all the trees
And I sailed on the breeze
I went where I pleased
Until I encountered a
Murder of crows

They did not sing songs
Only uttered dire warnings
To the slow creep of night
From the quiet early mornings
And the other bright birds
Heeding their words
Avoided the murder of crows

'Til one of their number
Awoke from his slumber
As the song of a lark
Was piercing the dark
And as he listened he fell
Under it's ancestral spell
And he strayed from the murder of crows

Beneath a full moon
He followed that tune
And then charmed by it's form
He strayed far from his home
Over cliff and deep lake
His brothers forsake
Lost to the murder of crows

Now blacker than space
Coat, wings and face
Reflect the world in his eye
Travelling long
On the wake of the song
And he fell as he rose
Far from the murder of crows

Who knows what became
Of that singular bird
His nature as black as
His coat
Was he lost in the grace
That beauty bestows
Or did he fall on the mercy of crows