Blackest Crow

Lyrics as sung by the New Appalachians
As time draws near, my dearest dear, When you and I must part, What little you know of the grace and awe Of my poor aching heart. Each night I suffer for your sake, You're the one I love so dear; I wish that I was going with you, Or you were staying here. I wish my breast was made of glass Wherein you might behold Oh there your name I's wrote, my dear, In letters made of gold. Oh there your name I's wrote, my dear, Believe me what I say, You are the one I love the best Until my dying day. The crow that is so black, my love, will surely turn to white If ever I prove false to you, Bright day return to night. Bright day return to night, my love The elements will mourn, If ever I prove false to you The seas will rage and burn. And when you're on some distant shore, Think of your absent friend, And when the wind blows high and clear, A line to me, pray send. And when the wind blows high and clear, Pray send a note to me, That I might know by your handwrite How time has gone with thee.

Inspiration
The New Appalachians

Bruce Molsky with Julie Fowlis in the Transatlantic Sessions