She sighed and said “I guess that’s that.”
She ran her fingers across the map
She said “As sure as the break of dawn,
Come morning, I’ll be gone…”
The smell of perfume on the wind
The feel of never coming back again
The sight of taillights down the road
The sound of lonesome on the radio
One crow sorrow
Two crows joy
Three crows a wedding
Four crows a boy
Five crows silver
Six for gold
Seven’s a secret never told
Still have that picture on the wall
That one of us in Montreal
Now, should she never come to call,
At least, I’ll have Montreal
With a one crow sorrow
Two crows joy
Three crows a wedding
Four crows a boy
Five crows silver
Six for gold
Seven’s a secret never told
