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The Black Moor Crow ©

by David Lee Sulgrove
Nine Mile Falls, USA
2002

Riding along Highland trails
Haunted by ancient days,
Roaming dark castle walls,
Wondering in Celtic ways.

Pausing to delight in the Highland malt,
Smoked salmon grace my plate,
Hear the old ones whisper--
The black moor crow is on his way!

Long ago the bards sang their songs
told tales of mystery.
The old gods still live on to this day
in valiant memories.
Oh to be on the mountains high,
To revel in the forests deep,
See them where the ocean meets the sky,
Unlock the secrets that they keep.

In dreams the night slips away;
Again I hear the old ones say.
The black moor crow is on his way!
The black moor crow is on his way!

Silver streams glisten with rainbow trout,
Red deer frolic in the mists drawn out,
Forest children unlock the secrets that they keep.
The black moor crow never sleeps!
The black moor crow never sleeps!

We wind on down to the land of the lochs,
Hear Nessie sing their ancient song,
Fill our cups with single malt,
Blink an eye and then it's gone.

Approaching darkened castle walls
Laughing eyes welcome within.
Oh, by the way did you know?
The black moor crow is on his way!
Oh, by the way did you know?
The black moor crow is on his way!

The black moor crow is on his way!


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