Lyrics Christy Moore – Scallcrows
Text:
Sunday morning you’ve a page to fill
You gather grist to grind your mill
Seek a pot to dip your quill
Sacrifice all candour
Your pointed beaks as sharp as knives
As you tear strips off peoples lives
Buzzing like bluebottle flies
Among the dead and wounded
Scallcrows
You’re only Scallcrows
Scallcrows
Vultures, Dirtbirds and Scallcrows
Attracted by the lure of stars
You lurk around expensive bars
Seeking rumours swapping jars
Down among the posers
Sunday morning I can hear the sound
It’s the Scallcrows flocking around
Seeking prey that must be found
To satisfy the hunger
Album
Christy Moore – Christy Moore - This Is The Day
Christy Moore – The Pipers Path
Christy Moore – Scallcrows
Christy Moore – Victor Jara
Christy Moore – A Stitch In Time
Christy Moore – Cry Like A Man
Christy Moore – Compañeros
Christy Moore – Jack Doyle (aka The Contender)
Christy Moore – Veronica
Christy Moore – Johnny Don’t Go To Ballincollig
Christy Moore – So Do I
Christy Moore – How Long