“See that crow up in the sky,

He don’t crow nor can he fly,

He can’t walk nor can he run,

He’s black paint slattered on the sun.”

— “Green, Green, Rocky Road,” by Dave Van Ronk.

See that crow up in the sky?,

he can’t walk nor can he run,

he can’t stumble, he can’t fall,

he can only fly. And flee.

I will tell you something new,

That crow you saw up there was me,

I couldn’t walk, nor could I run,

just peeling paint slattered on the sun.

Couldn’t sing and couldn’t shout,

flew and flew until the clouds ran out,

Then one day I fell to earth,

screaming,

“who do I love? who do I love?

I could not rise up off the ground,

till I walked, till I ran.

See that crow up in the sky?

That is me,

I learned to fly.