Black Crow King Lyrics - Nick Cave & The Bad Seed

I am the black crow king 

I am the black crow king 

The Keeper of the nodding corn 

All the hammers are a-talking, all the nails are a-singing 

So sweet and low, you can hear it in the valley 

Where live the lame and the blind 

They climb the hill out of its belly, leave with mean, black boots on 

I just made a simple gesture 

They jumped up and nailed it to my shadow 

Spread-eagled like a hooker 

You know, my shadow's made of timber 

And the storm is a-rolling 

And the storm, its a-rolling 

And I'm still rolling after everybody's gone 

I'm still here, rolling after everybody's gone 

I'm still here rolling and I'm left on my own 

The blackbirds have all gone, everyone's rolled on 

I am the black crow king 

Keeper of the trodden corn 

I am the king, won't say it again 

And the rain, it raineth daily Lord 

And wash away my clothes 

I surrender up my arms to a company of crows 

I am the black crow king, honey, I won't say it again 

And all the thorns are a-crowning 

King ruby on each spine 

And all the spears are a-sailing 

Oh, my, oh, my 

The storm is a-rolling 

The storm is a-rolling 

All down on me 

And I'm still rolling after everybody's gone 

I'm still here, rolling after everybody's gone 

I'm still here, rolling after everybody's gone 

The blackbirds have flown and everybody's gone 

And I'm on my own, I'm the black crow king 

Keeper of the forgotten corn 

The king, the king 

I'm the king of nothin' at all 

The hammers are talking 

The nails are singing 

The spears are sailing 

The thorns are a-crowning him 

The crows are a-mocking 

The corn is a-nodding 

The storm, it's a-rolling 

The storm, it's a-rolling 

The storm, it's a-rolling down 

The storm, it's a-rolling down 

The storm is a-rolling down on me 

Yeah, rolling down on me