文本歌词

The Blackest Crow - Justin Rutledge
The blackest crow that ever flew would slowly turn to white
If ever I prove false to you bright day would turn to night
Bright day would turn to night my love yellow moons would mourn
If ever I prove false to you the seas would rage and burn
I wish my heart was made of glass wherein you might behold
That there your name was wrote my love
In letters made of bone
That there your name was wrote my love
Believe me when I say that you are the only one
For me
Until my dying day