The Wounded Crow Paroles

Lo, a wounded crow did lie



Its sore and injured wing

Bent and broken by his side

Once his pride

Was now a weeping ruin

Causing him to loudly sigh



Come to me quickly

And answer if you hear my cry


At once I was amazed

Who did make so grave a call

What creature had I found and

Where the reason for his fall



An archer bold said he

Sought to take me for his prize

From the skies

And pierced me through and through

This you see is my demise



But hark to me quickly

And soon you’ll learn the reason why

Men hunt me down

Low and high

For I have two wishes

To grant unto the lucky man

Who captures me fast

In his hand



I was in great surprise

For to hear so strange a tale

But also quite obliged

On this fortune to avail



So wished I for a chest

Bound with jewels and with gold

Wealth untold

And for a silver crown

All with wonder to behold



No sooner had I spoke

Riches round me did appear

Gems so dear

And died the creature strange

Midst the treasures standing near



When who should come quickly

And find me in this new estate

The archer arrived

Once a moment late



So now I have plenty

And journey where you never know

And fortune may come

Everywhere I go