Lyrics

Two young ravens they sat on a wire sharing the talk of the town, telling their stories of village and shire, boasting the trinkets they found. The baubles they brought to their nests. Earrings and beads of the best. The secrets of lovers who never confessed their desires. Jackdaw, blackbird, sons and daughters Parliament is called to order. Rook and thrush and carrion crow: tell us what you know. Swift and grackle, brewer’s blackbird: cease your cackling and wheeling backwards! Raven, magpie, corbies all: this murder comes to call. Two young ravens they lit on the wall speaking the tongue of their sires spinning a yarn with a rise and a fall secret and scandal and fire. A necklace all covered in blood. A shallow grave in the mud. The wails of a lover pacing an empty hall. Jackdaw, blackbird, all ye corbies: now we come to tell our stories. Passion promise, broken vow. Sweethearts in a row. Darkest deeds across the border. Jealous rage and senseless slaughter. Human souls who cannot rest and rob their brother’s nest. And when the truth had come to light and gloomy day gave way to night it was resolved to set things right and let the story end. And Two Young Ravens wheeled and soared like silent couriers in a war and dropped the necklace at the door of a cabin on the river bend. Two young ravens they sat on a wire sharing the talk of the town.