And only the Crows Sang

And only the Crows Sang

Right on the edge of Darkley Wood
stand the ruins of a house that was never no good.
It burned to the ground on a night long ago
when the wind was a-howling and threatening snow.
The only survivor of perishing fire
was a girl and her mother, but I’ll be a liar
if I tell you that they never was found
except in a casket, six feet underground.