The Girl Who Finds Gifts from Crows

A favour for a favour
A trust and friendship starts to grow
A love that never wavers
Forms a closeness all alone
She kept her prized possessions
Simple gifts that they bestow
Like jewels they do bedazzle
And shows the kindness of the crows

The girl who finds gifts from crows
They just make better friends, I suppose
So lucky to be the one that they chose
Those gifts to her are worth more than gold

Black crow fly
Spread seeds that you can start to sow
Black crow cry
Inside the darkness, love will grow

They sense when she's in danger
And saw the hate within her peers
Who deem her to be stranger
And her look fills them with fear
Their chance to find redemption
Right or wrongs of which isn't clear
Her dark side found addiction
And lost her friends that she loved so dear

The girl who finds gifts from crows
They just make better friends, I suppose
So lucky to be the one that they chose
Those gifts to her are worth more than gold

Black crow fly
Their friendship starts to grow
Black crow cry
Their friendship starts to grow

The girl who finds gifts from crows
They just make better friends, I suppose
So lucky to be the one that they chose
Those gifts to her are worth
More than, more than, more than gold
More than, more than, more than gold
More than, more than, more than gold
More than, more than, more than gold



Credits
Writer(s): Scot Collins, Marc Massive, Oliver Frost, Lloyd Price
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