oh! the raven’s song is short, but it’s strong,
like the mind of an eager man
as the sun is goin down I hear a raven makin his rounds,
harvest his woe up from the land
would I know my friends?
could my eyes turn within?
would I cherish my own kind
if the raven’s song were mine?
oh! the raven’s song is short, but it’s strong,
like the mind of an eager man