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The Limited Voice of the American Crow

This song is by Jayber Crow and appears on the album Two Short Stories (2009).

O my voice, made not for beauty, sing the song that you have given to sing
Simple it may be
The day will dawn adorned in song, hallelujah, lifted up on wing
Open up your beak
Open up your beak
Open up your beak and be not quieted by other birds
Every tongue so moved to sing is heard

And O my body made for shadows, dappled darkness shields me from the day
Hides me from the sight
Of those that soar in falcon form and spread their wings and watch on high for prey
Robbing me of flight
Robbing me of flight
Robbing me of flight, the sunlight calls through all the whisp'ring leaves
The wind moves through my feathers silently

Glory, glory, O my soul sings glory, gloria
Glory, glory, O my soul sings glory, gloria
Glory, glory, O my soul sings glory, gloria
Glory, glory, O my soul sings glory, gloria

O my spirit started screaming, stirs me like a ceaseless wind in trees
Gathers in my throat
Leaves and boughs and haunted sounds, my beating wings rip through the canopy
And into open air above me
O the singing of the sunlight, O creation stretches to the sky,
Fills us up with sound
O the talon rips my body, I can taste the blood as feathers fly
Falling to the ground
Falling to the ground
Falling to the ground
Falling to the ground and as my body plummets to the earth
The forest sings and through it rings a simple verse

Glory, glory, O my soul, glory, gloria
Glory, glory, O my soul, glory, gloria
Glory, glory, O my soul, glory, gloria
Glory, glory, O my soul sings glory, gloria