These old crows greet me each morning As I start my day, start my day They are talking to each other Don't know what they say when the crow says what he says not a single feather falls upon my head a pinecone strong casts upon my lawn a tree may be grown along but no feather is ever strewn ever strewn ever strewn upon my lawn As I walk this property Under these old pine trees I hear them talking back and forth In the tall pine trees As they fly above They're talking love and talking fine Talking love, that's what I think anyway They're talking fine They don't pay me no mind 'Cause I'm just taking my time Moving round this old earth With this dog of mine Moving round this old earth With this dog of mine Hawks are pretty Saw a pair on this property I got a school for the baby hawks Sits by the sea The mama hawk, she's a beauty She takes the lead And the baby hawks They learn to fly, they learn to eat When they fly right through those crows They holler out and fly out of their tree They follow them and carry on It's something to see 'Cause the wildness there Is fresh and new It's something to see true That wildness there Is fresh and new I got four eagles come through there Going to the sea I see them lift and fly Free as free can be Now I was a hawk once myself I never stayed on the shelf I took a flight now and then And I never had to bend Earth was a beautiful place to roam But the sky was my happy home Until I came to this place I call home late in life when the crow says what he says not a single feather falls upon my head a pinecone strong casts upon my lawn a tree may be grown along but no feather is ever strewn ever strewn ever strewn upon my lawn Now I fly the sky at night When I dream about my early life And I roam the earth in the day And find good treasures along the way But that's the way it's made to be I hope good treasures you will see Just like me, just like me Good treasures will greet you in your day And if you see me Give a wave 'Cause that is how to greet your day And the crows will surely say Songs of love Songs of love Songs of love when the crow says what he says not a single feather falls upon my head a pinecone strong casts upon my lawn a tree may be grown along but no feather is ever strewn ever strewn ever strewn upon my lawn And the crows will surely say Songs of love Songs of love Songs of love
