Oh, don’t you see the black bird
He’s high up in the trees
He’s clinging on the branches and he’s calling out to me
And can’t you hear him calling to the others circling ‘round
They’re cutting through the steady
Wind and landing on the ground
Raven shadow, hopeless sorrow
I wish it was a songbird with a voice so pure and bright
Dressed in a cone of gold and with fires in his eyes
And a light would shine around him, he’d stay up
There all night, his song would fill the air
You breathe in the morning when he’d fly
No more shadow, no more sorrow
What does it take for changing, there’s nothing I won’t try
I’ll call a thousand blackbirds to come raining from the sky
Three hundred for your troubles, three hundred one for mine
And for the pain that I caused you, three hundred ninety-nine
No more shadow, no more sorrow
No more shadow, no more sorrow
