Fly - Various Production

Fly, black raven, fly

Lift your wings to the sky

I’m certain that I saw

Saw that look in your eye

Stole her golden crown

That she left on the ground

You took what you had found

Without making a sound

Watched him in the dark

While he tore her apart

Where all the villagers lived

And no travellers passed

You can’t speak your mind

So you left her behind

You flew out of your tree

And over the sea

You stole her golden crown

That she left on the ground

You took what you had found

Without making a sound

Watched him in the dark

While he tore her apart

Where all the villagers lived

And no travellers passed