Crow On the Sill | Southern Gothic Blues | Amara Blues

He came the morning after the burial and he has not missed a morning since. Black as the hole they put him in. Crow on the sill. The old women said don't count with him. She got chalk and a door frame and started anyway. This is the confession of a woman who knows exactly how many mornings are left, and what walked up behind the bird. 🎵 Crow On the Sill | Southern Gothic Blues | Amara Blues Amara Blues sings the songs the South buries — dark confessions of the devil, the grave, the river, and the sins folks don't speak of in daylight. Slow, weathered, haunted Southern Gothic Blues. 🖤 Subscribe and sit a while in the dark. 🔔 New songs every Tuesday and Friday. "The crow don't come to count you When the counting's done, my dear Crow on the sill, crow on the sill Counting down to where I've been" #SouthernGothic #DeltaBlues #AmaraBlues #DarkBlues #BluesMusic #BadOmen