Hawkeye Crow

[Hawkeye Crow]

Words by


Keith Reid


 


I sat me down to write a
simple story


which maybe in the end
became a song


In trying to find the
words which might begin it


I found these were the
thoughts I brought along


 


At first I took my weight
to be an anchor


and gathered up my fears
to guide me round


but then I clearly saw my
own delusion


and found my struggles
further bogged me down


 


In starting out I thought
to go exploring


and set my foot upon the
nearest road


In vain I looked to find
the promised turning


but only saw how far I was
from home


 


In searching I forsook the
paths of learning


and sought instead to find
some pirate's gold


In fighting I did hurt
those dearest to me


and still no hidden truths
could I unfold


 


I sat me down to write a
simple story


which maybe in the end
became a song


The words have all been
writ by one before me


We're taking turns in
trying to pass them on


Oh, we're taking turns in
trying to pass them on