From The Hill Of The Silver Backed Crow

A stranger in these parts him none seem to know
The man from the hill of the silver backed crow
In this town his will be a terminal stay
And here he is not going to grow old and gray.

A stranger in a town where strangers are few
And where there is suspicion of everyone new
In this town he has no desire to be known
He does his own thing and he stays on his own.

Not a member of a local sporting or social club
And he never does drink at the local pub
A quiet sort of a fellow with few words to say
He does his own thing and lives in his own way.

He comes from the Land where the clear waters flow
Down from the stony hill of the silver backed crow
A young man in his twenties and in his life's prime
In this country town he will not spend much more time.