The Black Crow Knows

In the middle of the winter, in the middle of a wood Standing in a clearing with a tiny leather hood So you want to know, so you want to know If you want to know what the future holds The Black Crow knows Telephones and viruses and the passion of it all Ground up in a porridge and written on the wall So you want to know, so you want to know If you want to know what the future holds The Black Crow knows Hovering above you like the speck in someone's eye Measuring the distance between now and when you die Everything that happens makes sense to someone else So far away above you you'll never know yourself So you want to know, so you want to know If you want to know what the future holds The Black Crow knows --- The Black Crow Knows - Robyn Hitchcock