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