Whispers cut through the scattered roots
Winter wind is howling high
A blizzard drowning in the desert
Turning ashes into light

A crooked murder seized the air
Midnight stopped to blink and stare
A haunted moon breathing faintly
The forest darkened breaking care

And on the other side of the forest
I hear the silence leaving spring
A murder reawakened
To hear the sound
Of the crooked crow sing

A feather flanking the cradle
Warm escaping like a dream
Spirits scheming from the mountains
They whistle across the hardwood trees

And on the other side of the forest
I hear the silence leaving spring
A murder reawakened
To hear the sound
Of the crooked crow sing

And on the other side of the forest
I hear the silence leaving spring
A murder reawakened
To hear the sound
Of the crooked crow