The Black Crow Prophecy

The crow or raven is an oracle in Celtic mythology. This song is about a spiritual seeker asking for advice and insight from a black crow while she is running in the woods.

The Black Crow Prophecy
Copyright 2019 Mary P. Gospe

Black crow, o’ wise raven, perched high above me
You make your home in this old scrub oak tree
Whose branches twist and turn as they reach for the sun
Roots stretch beneath the ground upon which I run
The ground upon which I run
Mmmmm, mmmm

Black crow, o’ wise raven, staring down at me
Your bright piercing eye conveys a history
Stories of bygone years and stories yet to unfold
Of the story I’m in, what must I be told?
Mmmmm, What must I be told?
Mmmmm mmmm 

Tell me, your prophecy, what you see
Of life’s great mysteries
Tell me, all about, the new reality that saves humanity
Tell me what I must know, to play my role, before I go
Oh won’t you tell me, tell me, tell me, before I go

Black crow, o’ wise raven
you caw to signal what lies ahead
Let me transform just like Morrigan did
And fly with you beyond the sky, so I can know
Answers to these questions that lie deep within my soul
Deep within my soul, ooooohhh…

Tell me, your prophecy, what you see
Of life’s great mysteries
Tell me, all about, the new reality that saves humanity
Tell me what I must know, to play my role, before I go
Oh won’t you tell me, tell me, tell me, before I go

Before I go
Before I go
Before I go