Song parody of
Corvids
by Lee Macey
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Darkness is holding
It's grip on the land
Corvids awake to take their stand
A jumble of clothing
Filled up with straw
Ain't gonna fool these birds no more
First ray of light
Murder takes flight
Covers every field in sight
Gun shots are firing
But fall on deaf ears
This storyteller knows no fears
Knows no fears
Seeds have been planted
All over the land
Giver of life from farmers' hands
Unkindness of ravens
The jackdaw's in train
Cycle of nature starts again
First ray of light
Corvids take flight
Land on every field in sight
Frenzy of feeding
An old sacred vow
Leaving plenty for the plough
For the plough
And the Corvids will fly
High into the sky
To a place that nobody knows
In the heat of the sun
Flying as one
In the direction that the four winds blow
And the Corvids will fly
High over mountains
And down into the valley below
They'll search for the pagans that worship the earth
And reward them with a pot of gold
And the Corvids will fly
High into the sky
To a place that nobody knows
In the heat of the sun
Flying as one
In the direction that the four winds blow
And the Corvids will fly
Over the mountain
And down into the valley below
They'll search for the pagans that worship the earth
And reward them with a pot of gold
Yeah yeah
And the Corvids will fly
High into the sky
To a place that nobody knows
In the heat of the sun
Flying as one
In the direction that the four winds blow
And the Corvids will fly
High over mountains
And down into the valley below
They'll search for the pagans that worship the earth
And reward them with a pot of gold
Reward them with a pot of gold
Reward them with a pot of gold
Darkness is holding
It's grip on the land
Corvids awake to take their stand
A jumble of clothing
Filled up with straw
Ain't gonna fool these birds no more
First ray of light
Murder takes flight
Covers every field in sight
Gun shots are firing
But fall on deaf ears
This storyteller knows no fears
Knows no fears
Seeds have been planted
All over the land
Giver of life from farmers' hands
Unkindness of ravens
The jackdaw's in train
Cycle of nature starts again
First ray of light
Corvids take flight
Land on every field in sight
Frenzy of feeding
An old sacred vow
Leaving plenty for the plough
For the plough
And the Corvids will fly
High into the sky
To a place that nobody knows
In the heat of the sun
Flying as one
In the direction that the four winds blow
And the Corvids will fly
High over mountains
And down into the valley below
They'll search for the pagans that worship the earth
And reward them with a pot of gold
And the Corvids will fly
High into the sky
To a place that nobody knows
In the heat of the sun
Flying as one
In the direction that the four winds blow
And the Corvids will fly
Over the mountain
And down into the valley below
They'll search for the pagans that worship the earth
And reward them with a pot of gold
Yeah yeah
And the Corvids will fly
High into the sky
To a place that nobody knows
In the heat of the sun
Flying as one
In the direction that the four winds blow
And the Corvids will fly
High over mountains
And down into the valley below
They'll search for the pagans that worship the earth
And reward them with a pot of gold
Reward them with a pot of gold
Reward them with a pot of gold
