When the Crows Call (Friendships by Forest and Sea)
[Verse 1]
I used to think they came for snacks, Just peanuts tossed along the tracks.
But something deeper stirred in me – A bond beyond what eyes can see.
They call from treetops when I near, A greeting call – or warning clear.
[Chorus]
When the crows call, I hear my name, In rustling wings, I feel no shame.
They see the man the world forgot, But crows remember, judge me not.
By forest path or ocean’s wave, Their trust became the hand that saved.
[Verse 2]
They swirl above in black and grey, Like living shadows through the day.
Some glide beside me, soft and still, A sky of watchers, sharp of will.
Their voices shift – from chat to cry, Each sound a thread that pulls the sky.
[Verse 3]
At first, I feared their sudden dive, So close their wings, yet so alive.
But now I know – it’s how they greet, A flying hug, a moment sweet.
They scout ahead, they warn, they guide, If danger comes, they’re by my side.
[Chorus]
When the crows call, I hear my name, In rustling wings, I feel no shame.
They see the man the world forgot, But crows remember, judge me not.
By forest path or ocean’s wave, Their trust became the hand that saved.
[Verse 4]
One young crow came, insistent, bold, Its calls were sharp, its eyes were told.
It led me on through field and grass – To find a friend who could not pass.
I stayed, I helped, I did my part – And gained two friendships, heart to heart.
[Verse 5]
Two times they led me to their grief, Where death had come like a silent thief.
Around their fallen, they just stood, In mourning stillness of the wood.
I saw the way they said goodbye, With solemn caws beneath the sky.
[Bridge]
Some bring me berries, shiny things, A crab once wrapped in broken wings.
Are these their trades, or gifts of grace? I see the thanks upon each face.
Not pets, not play – but something true, A bond that few could see or do.
[Verse 6]
On warmer days, they come to stay, And rest upon my arm or lay.
No words are said, but peace is near – Just quiet trust that draws them here.
Together still in forest deep, A friendship built on faith we keep.
[Chorus – repeat with emotion]
When the crows call, I hear my name, In rustling wings, I feel no shame.
They see the man the world forgot, But crows remember, judge me not.
By forest path or ocean’s wave, Their trust became the hand that saved.
[Outro]
They healed me more than meds or men, Helped me to feel alive again.
Through storms of thought and silent screams, They tethered me to grounded dreams.
So when the crows call through the sky, I lift my head, and greet them in the sky.