Christopher Pitcher, lone wolf with a guitar and voice to match a substance of darkness and light.
Lyrics
The crows of yesterday,
They find the seeds that planted you.
The crows of yesterday,
They find the tree that was planted there years ago.
And the crows fly they down the world we cried,
And the dead they shall deny.
Their wings that spread behind,
The skies that die in blind.
And the crows of yesterday,
They find the tree that fails to plague.
It falls – its branches sway in the wind,
But the crows still cry for them.
The crows of yesterday,
The dead of their siblings dry away.
Hope tries today,
For the crows of yesterday.
The crows of yesterday,
Hide the seeds of the tree they plant away.
A rain cloud surrounds them,
But they never fail – they never surrendered again.
No no no, never surrender.
And so they wind up the skies,
Their wings; they surround me here.
I watch them fly away…
The crows of yesterday,
They find the seeds of the tree they planted years ago.
And now the days be late,
The fallen tree they cried for years they know.
The crows of yesterday,
They fly away and soar the skies today.
Why do they cry?
The crows of yesterday,
They see the seeds that planted the trees away.
The crows of yesterday,
They find the tree that fallen years before.
The crows of yesterday,
They see the seed that was planted years ago.
The crows of yesterday,
They find the tree…
Oh they find the tree…
They find the hollow tree…
They find the hollow tree…
They find the hollow tree…
There are no leaves on me.
They find the hollow tree…
And they fly away!
