EVEN RAVENS FALL IN LOVE:

Spring is in the air & if you listen & you hark,

You´ll hear little songbirds, swallows & the lark,

Swooping with springtime joy, in skies up above,

But did you know that even ravens fall in love?

 

Leaving their old graveyards, they come out in the sun,

Forgetting all the dead, the ravens want to join the fun,

They forego the creeping ivy, for the scented rose of June,

Leaving behind the shadows, of their dark & Gothic moon.

 

Under springtime showers, they preen their ebon plumes,

Rejoicing in warm sunlight, far from death´s dark tombs,

I could weep with the divinity of their beauty so sublime,

To see the ravens fall in love, every spring & summer time.

 

When the deed´s been done & love has sown it´s wily seed,

When autumn moon goes creeping, over every dried up weed,

When icy frost comes nipping & spiders spin their ghostly webs,

Then, towards death´s moonlit tomb, the ravens turn their nebs.