A raven perches in a birch, unassuming
Nod to the other to make him some room, says
You don't mind if I might dine here?
I don't mind, for we'll dine fine here
Scattering the livid night
Chasing down the civil day
The body is rich, suited and booted
Laid out in the ether, rooted and moonlit
He won't mind if we might dine here
He won't mind for he's at peace here
Scattering the livid night
Chasing down the civil day
Scattering the livid night
Chasing down the civil day
Ooh, and the poor boy's gone
Ooh, and the poor boy's gone
The silent steps of a sweet fallow doe
Picking her way to the watering hole, says
You don't mind if I take him here?
You don't mind dears, he's not for here
Takes him from the livid night
Buried in the golden day
Takes him from the livid night
Buried in the golden day
Scattering the livid night
Chasing down the civil day
Scattering the livid night
Chasing down the civil day
We don't mind, we'll always be here