Cora, Cora quiet now. Don’t you remember in the yard?

Tied your hair back with clover stems

And counted every star

Oh your heart is of the pawing sort, darkness is ever at your heels

to nip and gnaw like any dog will do

Heaven knows I know how that feels

Heaven knows I know how that feels

Lock your eyes upon the valley now and feel the air begin to change

That breeze breathes electricity

Through every one of your veins

Cora stately as an evergreen watch those rains off to the south

Brace yourself for the winter winds will come

To take the breath out of your mouth

To take the breath out of your mouth

To take the breath out of your mouth

There’ll be a freeze upon the ridge tonight, all the life will furl and fold

Breath of crow will rise heavenward

A song a hundred years old

And there you stand with your boots laced up and focusing your mother’s eyes

Cora, though I know it follows you around

You’ll be the dark’s demise

You’ll be the dark’s demise

Lift your heels up now the sun has set so red we thought the pines to be aflame

Listen closer, do you hear that old crow song

Sounds to be calling your name!

You can run yourself the mountainside, you can rase your gaze still higher

Cora, dear, wherever you lay your eyes down

You’ll see the smoke of my fire

You’ll see the smoke of my fire

You’ll see the smoke of my fire

If there is light in a starless sky it evades my eyes

If there is warmth here in these parts it has escaped my heart

What’s that you sing, what is that song? I must have heard it wrong

Quiet now, you, get on now, crow! The wind has brought the snow

Winter has perched to quiet and quell, quick as the night it fell

If there is life beneath the snow it has not made itself known

If there’s a sound here for to hear, it has missed my ears

Then gave the night an untimely song, that clear crow caw:

Cora! Cora!

Now through the forest with my feet on fire to find that crow still there the same

You’ve got my ears now, don’t you, tell me everything!

How ever did you know my name?

Up he goes now and without a word, flies an aching arc and then still higher

Leads my gaze up to the top of the ridge

To see the smoke of a fire

To see the smoke of a fire

To see the smoke of a fire