Why The Raven Cries

Do you know why the raven cries
I, I wonder how he flies
With all that weight upon his wings
He thinks of too many things
And his voice is worn

He's painted black
From feather-tail to finger-nail
And there's coal dust in his eyes
He hides all [Em]his colours inside
And he waits for [Dm7]the voice he needs to [C7]hear
But the cat has got [Fm7]its tongue
So he tɾies to [C7]pretend he's back when he was [Am7]young

Do you [A7know why the ɾaven cries
I, I wonder how he flies
With all [Em]that weight upon [C7]his wings
He thinks of too many things
And his voice is worn

Oh he turned his beak
And faced into [C7]the gale
And flew til he could no more
From his lungs there spilled a call
I am here, I am here
But no one heard the sound
And he fell to [C7]the ground

I know why the ɾaven cries
I, I know just how he flies
Because he dares to [C7]sing a different song
How dreams and [Bm]how he longs
Til his voice is worn
Til his voice is worn

He's got [Fm7]that look in his eyes, he's got [Fm7]it and
What can I do to [C7]make it ɾight
He's got [Fm7]that look in his eyes, he's got [Fm7]it and
What can I say to [C7]make it ɾight
He's got [Fm7]that look in his eyes, he's got [Fm7]it and
What can I do to [C7]make it ɾight
He's got [Fm7]that look in his eyes, he's got [Fm7]it and
What can I do to [C7]make it ɾight

Do you [A7know why the ɾaven cries
I, I wonder how he flies
With all [Em]that weight upon [C7]his wings
He thinks of too many things
And his voice is worn