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CHORUS |
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Now roam away, my raven girl, |
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And roam away from me, |
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And find a typhoon in the sky, |
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And find the howling sea; |
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And beat your wild and roving wings, |
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And toss your raven head, |
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And sing a mad and joyous song, |
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And leave me with the dead. |
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The night's a cold and barren place, |
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The darkness seldom lies; |
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The wind upon the howling sea |
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Will lift your feathers high. |
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The sand that inches from the tide |
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Will claim the steps I sowed; |
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The whispers in the ocean deep |
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Will pick my weary bones. |
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What murmurs in your raven heart |
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Have taken you from sleep? |
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What raging on a foreign shore |
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Has left me here to weep? |
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What clashing in the nightmare wind |
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Has stirred your angry dream? |
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What thunder on the darkling plain |
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Has never been forseen? |
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I long to roam along the seas |
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And hear the current cry, |
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I long to blend among the waves |
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And never question why; |
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I long to shift above the sands |
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And never come to rest, |
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I long for raptures never known |
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While lying at your breast. |
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CHORUS |
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Now roam away, my raven girl, |
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And roam away from me, |
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And find a typhoon in the sky, |
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And find the howling sea; |
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And beat your wild and roving wings, |
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And toss your raven head, |
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And sing a mad and joyous song, |
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And leave me with the dead. |
