I heard my wings whispering so low
Where did you hide last night?
It was the wind my dears
It was its darkness that kept me away
Oh my, oh crooked John
Come the sunset, we will be gone
I poured my madness and desire
Into thy perfect wretched mold
I gave you my voice, my love, my fear
If it must be, then I’ll crawl beneath these wings
Oh my, oh crooked John
Oh my, oh crooked John
Come the sunset and we’ll be gone
Was my death not enough to scare those little birds that flew with me?
Was my death not enough to scare those little birds that flew with me?
Then ravens, ravens they must be
Oh my, oh crooked John
Oh my, oh crooked John
Was my death not enough?
Oh my, oh crooked John
Oh my, oh crooked John
Come the sunset and you will be gone
