John Denver Follow

(Denver/Henry)
Raven's child is chasing salvation, black beak turned white from
the crack and the snow.
On the streets of despair the answer is simple, a spoonful of
mercy can set free the soul.
The drug king sits on his arrogant throne, away and above and
apart.
Even children are twisted to serve him and greed has corrupted
what once was a heart.

Raven's child keeps vigil for freedom, trades for the arms that
once made her strong.
With nuclear warheads and lasers in heaven, fear does the
choosing between right and wrong.
The arms king sits on his arrogant throne, away and above and
apart.
Bankers assure him that he needn't care and greed makes a stone
of what once was a heart.

Raven's child is washing the water, all of her wing-feathers
blackened with tar.
Prince William shoreline's an unwanted highway of asphalt and
anger an elegant scar.
The oil king sits on his arrogant throne, away and above and
apart.
Lawyers have warned him he mustn't speak and greed has made
silent what once was a heart.
You know there are walls that come tumbling down for people who
yearn to be free.
Still there are hearts that long to be opened and eyes that are
longing to see.

Raven's child is our constant companion, sticks like a shadow to
all that is done.
Try as we may we just can't escape him, the source of our sorrow
and shame, we are one.
The true King sits on a heavenly throne, never away nor above
nor apart.
With wisdom and mercy and constant compassion, he lives in the
love that lives in our hearts.