"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