The Raven - Rebecca Pidgeon

My love is like a raven

Black against a sky of grey

With cold in your bones

And the winter coming on

And the smell of snow on the way

The sun's going down

But you're walking home

The warmth will ease your pain

Like a jet black raven in the sky

My love is a bird of change

My love is an autumn raven

Above a field cut low

And what she sees

As she flies through the trees

No man is going to know

My love is a secret never told

An omen to swear by

Like a terrible raven overhead

In the rolling autumn sky

When the black night falls

The raven calls

And bathes me with her sweet breath

And the rough grey blanket

Weighs us down

Into a sleep like death

My love is an autumn raven

Above a field cut low

With the order of heaven pressing down

And frost on the stubble below

And the wisdom of the men and gods

The folly of the day

Is flying in the swift black raven

In a sky of grey