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

Belts away every hour
Flies to his loftly 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

Belts away every hour
Flies to his loftly tower
Storing his spoils
Of the fruits of his toils
You beware of the sight
Of the roundabout flight

Break

Belts away every hour
Flies to his loftly tower
Storing his spoils
Of the fruits of his toils
You beware of the sight
Of the roundabout flight

Writer : CREWE, BOB/GAUDIO, BOB
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing