โหลดเพลง mp3 Yon Two Crows - Mark Knopfler

Yon Two Crows - Mark Knopfler
Pennies from heaven
Don’t make me laugh

Here all you’ll get
Is the pattering rain

Or yon two crows up over the hill

Looking for winterkill

Always at your boots

The mud behind the byre

With its clammy hold

Would mock you up a grave
Here in the mire of a wrecked sheepfold

And all you’ll bring to this
Is muscle and grit
Persistence, that’s just about it

What made you think
There’d be a living in sheep?

Eat, work, eat, work and sleep

Duck under the eaves
Of the bothy

To sit here, caged by rain

Somewhere to go conjure
A next move
When I have to think again

The dog lifts his gaze to plead

Believes the wizard has a magic stick

Leans his weight into my tweed
I give an unholy hand to lick

I take a swig of sheep dip
From my flask

And once again I ask

What made you think
There’d be a living in sheep?

Eat, work, eat, work and sleep

They were at this game
Two hundred years ago

Had thirty ways
Of dying young, poor souls

Laid to rest in their soggy rows
Rain on their holy books

Blood and whisky

On the tongue

And no-one watching over anyone

No-one left but your stubborn one

And the crows and rooks

Ah, the dying young

Well I’m not done

You watch me and I’ll watch thee
I can still work for two men
And drink for three

And I raise my flask
To the clearing skies

To you, sweepers
You carrion spies

To scavenge and survive

If you can do it so can I