When the crows fly high

If you leave this world soon

I hope we get to say goodbye,

And I sure hope the Moon

Shows you your way to sky.

So when the crows fly high

I'll be sitting next to your grave

Under the dark grey sky,

Watching the Moon fade.

You aren't gone yet,

But I'm already looking at the sky,

Imagining myself next to your grave

When the crows fly high.