The ravens and the corvids are calling you home,
But boy, how do they know your name?
How do their talons know to pull at your strings?
My dear, I must do the same
There’s a little raging storm sewn up in you, love
But your stitches are coming apart.
I’ll be your seamstress, I’ll keep you rain clouds tucked in,
I’ll lock them away in your heart
Now dear boy this honey, I pour in your ear
I want it to loosen your tongue
Don’t hesitate, my child; it’s your turn to sing
For now comes the end of my song