This song originally came through way back in 1995, and in a very similar a capella style to the way it is shared in sacred circle today.

I was sitting with my guitar in my bedroom, a crow calls outside the window as I started playing a simple rhythm on the open E, words flowed out, more notes added, and the song quickly took form. I shared it with friends and always heard a full composition in my head. It had to wait about six years to be played on stage as the full bloodied Crow Circus tribal rock-funk song it became once the band got their instruments on it.

Interesting that I wrote a song about crows years before the band formed. Perhaps this is where the seed of the whole crow circus thang was planted? Regardless, I have always loved crows, their kin, and their medicine, and I love this song.

I have a beloved wooden shaker that is part of my muso and ceremony kit and this is how we first shared it in circle one evening – shaker and voices – and that is how this fledgling version was captured. I still have a full composition in my head, which has changed quite a bit over the thirty years this song has been in my life. I am so ready to create that version in the studio.

I open my eyes, this promise returned…