(Denver/Henry)
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Raven's child is chasing salvation, black beak turned white from the crack and the snow.
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On the streets of despair the answer is simple, a spoonful of mercy can set free the soul.
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The drug king sits on his arrogant throne, away and above and apart.
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Even children are twisted to serve him and greed has corrupted what once was a heart.
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Raven's child keeps vigil for freedom, trades for the arms that once made her strong.
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With nuclear warheads and lasers in heaven, fear does the choosing between right and wrong.
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The arms king sits on his arrogant throne, away and above and apart.
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Bankers assure him that he needn't care and greed makes a stone of what once was a heart.
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Raven's child is washing the water, all of her wing-feathers blackened with tar.
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Prince William shoreline's an unwanted highway of asphalt and anger an elegant scar.
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The oil king sits on his arrogant throne, away and above and apart.
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Lawyers have warned him he mustn't speak and greed has made silent what once was a heart.
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You know there are walls that come tumbling down for people who yearn to be free.
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Still there are hearts that long to be opened and eyes that are longing to see.
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Raven's child is our constant companion, sticks like a shadow to all that is done.
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Try as we may we just can't escape him, the source of our sorrow and shame, we are one.
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The true King sits on a heavenly throne, never away nor above nor apart.
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With wisdom and mercy and constant compassion, he lives in the love that lives in our hearts.
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Raven's Child
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| John Denver |
