The crow has cried,
The crow has cried.
The crow has cried this morning.
In its lonely, empty nest,
All day long it was mourning.

For a drop of blood
The crow has cried.
Its right wing, shot and broken.
The earth was getting iced,
And the winter is getting closer.

On the old elm tree that died,
Stood the crow and cried.
Forsaken, hungry and cold,
The little crow began to fall.

On the white, smooth snow,
Lied a little, black dead crow.
And no one cried, no one yelled,
Over the little crow that fell...