How do you put this ache into words?
Being stuck in different worlds,
I wish I could fly to you like the birds.
Each day my ache grows, my lament like the little black crows.

Little black crow with the migration.
I will come to you by plane, bus, or train station.
And I'll fly like you little bird.
Just like I said I would, gave you my word.

And I missed everything about you,
But I can see that you love this place.
It's evident to me in your little crow face.
So ruffle your feathers and continue to fly.
I bid my favourite little crow goodbye.