It gets dark around here early   Because of all the crows   What they want and where they came from   No one really knows   Crows are sour and surly   With reason, I suppose      There are crows, crows, crows in the trees   Saying crows things, doing as they please   There are crows, crows, crows everywhere   But when I think of you, dear, I don’t care      There are crows, crows, crows in the trees   Saying crows things, doing as they please   There are crows, crows, crows everywhere   But when I think of you, dear, I don’t care      It gets light around slowly   Because of how it goes   Every day we hear the same dumb list of those crows' woes   Thinking they’re so holy while leaving mementos      There are crows, crows, crows in the trees   Saying crow things, doing as they please   There are crows, crows, crows everywhere   But when I think of you, dear, I don’t care      I don’t care because I know you love me   Unlike all crows lurking above me...