She sighed and said 'I guess that's that...'|She ran her fingers across the map|She said, 'Sure as the break of dawn |Come morning I'll be gone.' ||The smell of perfume on the wind. |The feel of never coming back again|The sight of taillights down the road |The sound of lonesome on the radio ||One crow sorrow |Two crows joy |Three's a wedding|Four a boy |Five crow silver|Six for gold |Seven's a secret never told||Still have that picture on the wall|That of us in Montreal|Should she never come to call.|At least I'll have Montreal.||Chorus...||