paroles de chanson 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
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