The Raven

Clyde-Stuart Do not cry, do not weep, For the dark ship is taking us To the time where all is sleep And the raven who is wise Unruffled takes a feather To cast it in the dying sea Far from mortal eyes He knows the time has come And watching, waits above the sails To catch the last remaining sun And that ship without a crew Unshaken by the weather Laughing, cuts the waves of tears And the passenger is you