Why The Raven Cries

Do you know why the raven cries

I, I wonder how he flies

With all that weight upon his wings

He thinks of too many things

And his voice is worn

He's painted black

From feather-tail to finger-nail

And there's coal dust in his eyes

He hides all his colours inside

And he waits for the voice he needs to hear

But the cat has got its tongue

So he tries to pretend he's back when he was young

Do you know why the raven cries

I, I wonder how he flies

With all that weight upon his wings

He thinks of too many things

And his voice is worn

Oh he turned his beak

And faced into the gale

And flew til he could no more

From his lungs there spilled a call

I am here, I am here

But no one heard the sound

And he fell to the ground

I know why the raven cries

I, I know just how he flies

Because he dares to sing a different song

How dreams and how he longs

Til his voice is worn

Til his voice is worn

He's got that look in his eyes, he's got it and

What can I do to make it right

He's got that look in his eyes, he's got it and

What can I say to make it right

He's got that look in his eyes, he's got it and

What can I do to make it right

He's got that look in his eyes, he's got it and

What can I do to make it right

Do you know why the raven cries

I, I wonder how he flies

With all that weight upon his wings

He thinks of too many things

And his voice is worn