Raven
Lea/Holder/Powell
Tell raven that it's fatal Chasing everything that glitters Coloured pieces chattering Doesn't miss a single thing Gold and silver polished stone Never leaves a thing alone
Chorus Belts away every hour Flies to his lofty tower Storing his spoils Of the fruits of his toils You beware of the sight Of the roundabout flight
Often you'll see the raven Flapping wings and calling loudly He doesn't care what others feel Thinks he has the right to steal Gold and silver polished stone Never leaves a thing alone
Chorus Belts away every hour Flies to his lofty tower Storing his spoils Of the fruits of his toils You beware of the sight Of the roundabout flight
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Chorus Belts away every hour Flies to his lofty tower Storing his spoils Of the fruits of his toils You beware of the sight Of the roundabout flight
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