Three Black Birds

Three black birds
Fly above my head
Three black birds
Fly above my head

The first one is the morning
The second is the day
The third one is the dark night
That brings me back to her

Three black birds
Fly above my head
Three black birds
Fly above my head

The first one is the morning
The second is the day
The third one is the dark night
That brings me back to her

I walk down a dark road
Trying to get away
All I can think of
Is her pretty hair
Darkness comes towards me
A gun is in my hand
Just another moment
And were together again

Three black birds
Fly above my head
Three black birds
Fly above my head

The first one is the morning
The second is the day
The third one is the dark night
That brings me back to her

As I reach a lone hill
Soon I'm on my knees
I kneel beneath the oak tree
Where she and I did meet
A glance at the dark sky
Counting three black birds
I think of my sweet bride
Breathe in 'cause this won't hurt