• Lying on the ground so cold
    Like a dream from long ago
    There she lays wrinkled and old.

    Standing watch, proud and bold
    The crow mourns the woman so
    Lying on the ground so cold.

    People pass to watch her mold
    leaving her to return to their abode
    There she lays wrinkled and old.

    Wings, the crow does fold
    Protecting the body forgotten long ago
    Lying on the ground so cold.

    Once a heart made of gold
    Now a mass regarded so low
    There she lays wrinkled and old

    This woman's fate is sold
    Sympathy, no one will show
    Lying on the ground so cold
    There she lays wrinkled and old.