Justin Rutledge - The Blackest Crow Lyrics
The blackest crow that ever flew would slowly turn to whiteIf ever I prove false to you, bright day would turn to nightBright day would turn to night, my love, yellow moons would mournIf ever I prove false to you, the seas would rage and burnI wish my heart was made of glass, wherein you might beholdthat there your name was wrote, my love, in letters made of boneThere your name was wrote, my loveBelieve me when I say that you are the only one for me, until my dying day