| Song | Black Crow |
| Artist | Sad Lovers and Giants |
| Album | Melting in the Fullness of Time |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Stare Down The Garden through the rain | |
| He’s sitting there again | |
| Black carrion crow, black crow | |
| Through all the years I’ve known | |
| He’s always come and gone | |
| But now it looks as if he’s here to stay | |
| So don’t lean on me now | |
| I’ve got to rescue myself | |
| I need a spoonful | |
| Of sweet medicine tonight | |
| And as I look at him | |
| A brand new path begins | |
| Inside my soul | |
| My soul | |
| So don’t lean on me now | |
| I’ve got to rescue myself | |
| I need a spoonful | |
| Of sweet medicine tonight | |
| So don’t lean on me now | |
| I’ve got to rescue myself | |
| I need a spoonful | |
| Of sweet medicine tonight | |
| I’ve got to rescue myself | |
| I’ve got to rescue myself | |
| So don’t lean on me now | |
| I’ve got to rescue myself | |
| I need a spoonful | |
| Of sweet medicine tonight | |
| So don’t lean on me now | |
| I’ve got to rescue myself | |
| I need a spoonful | |
| Of sweet medicine tonight | |
| I’ve got to rescue myself | |
| I’ve got to rescue myself |
| Stare Down The Garden through the rain | |
| He' s sitting there again | |
| Black carrion crow, black crow | |
| Through all the years I' ve known | |
| He' s always come and gone | |
| But now it looks as if he' s here to stay | |
| So don' t lean on me now | |
| I' ve got to rescue myself | |
| I need a spoonful | |
| Of sweet medicine tonight | |
| And as I look at him | |
| A brand new path begins | |
| Inside my soul | |
| My soul | |
| So don' t lean on me now | |
| I' ve got to rescue myself | |
| I need a spoonful | |
| Of sweet medicine tonight | |
| So don' t lean on me now | |
| I' ve got to rescue myself | |
| I need a spoonful | |
| Of sweet medicine tonight | |
| I' ve got to rescue myself | |
| I' ve got to rescue myself | |
| So don' t lean on me now | |
| I' ve got to rescue myself | |
| I need a spoonful | |
| Of sweet medicine tonight | |
| So don' t lean on me now | |
| I' ve got to rescue myself | |
| I need a spoonful | |
| Of sweet medicine tonight | |
| I' ve got to rescue myself | |
| I' ve got to rescue myself |
| Stare Down The Garden through the rain | |
| He' s sitting there again | |
| Black carrion crow, black crow | |
| Through all the years I' ve known | |
| He' s always come and gone | |
| But now it looks as if he' s here to stay | |
| So don' t lean on me now | |
| I' ve got to rescue myself | |
| I need a spoonful | |
| Of sweet medicine tonight | |
| And as I look at him | |
| A brand new path begins | |
| Inside my soul | |
| My soul | |
| So don' t lean on me now | |
| I' ve got to rescue myself | |
| I need a spoonful | |
| Of sweet medicine tonight | |
| So don' t lean on me now | |
| I' ve got to rescue myself | |
| I need a spoonful | |
| Of sweet medicine tonight | |
| I' ve got to rescue myself | |
| I' ve got to rescue myself | |
| So don' t lean on me now | |
| I' ve got to rescue myself | |
| I need a spoonful | |
| Of sweet medicine tonight | |
| So don' t lean on me now | |
| I' ve got to rescue myself | |
| I need a spoonful | |
| Of sweet medicine tonight | |
| I' ve got to rescue myself | |
| I' ve got to rescue myself |