Joe

"this is Joe the Crow"

Joe, the people want to know

Most of one they know

You have hitched a ride alone

Am I telling you this, no

Every one that's told

Can't believe their ears

When you take me to the gold

In your silver nest

Of pocket watches

And junker's jewels

Of all your lives are lovely

All your eyes are gold

Take that you will have me

I'm sold

Joe, how am I to know

If the price is nice

And your magnifying glass

Can distinguish 'tween

The flaming stars

And crystal moons

Cause all of it is lovely

All of it is bold

I take that you will have me

I'm sold

I'm sold

Joe