Justin Rutledge - The Blackest Crow lyrics

The blackest crow that ever flew would slowly turn to white If ever I prove false to you, bright day would turn to night Bright day would turn to night, my love, yellow moons would mourn If ever I prove false to you, the seas would rage and burn I wish my heart was made of gla**, wherein you might behold that there your name was wrote, my love, in letters made of bone There your name was wrote, my love Believe me when I say that you are the only one for me, until my dying day