In a forest dark, where shadows play,
Lives a raven with feathers gray.
With eyes so wise and a gentle caw,
He's the friendliest raven you ever saw.
Oh, the friendly raven, soaring high,
Through the endless blue of the sky.
In his wings, dreams take flight,
Guiding us through day and night.
He perches tall on a branch up high,
Watching over with a keen eye.
With a melody sweet, he fills the air,
Spreading joy and laughter everywhere.
Oh, the friendly raven, soaring high,
Through the endless blue of the sky.
In his wings, dreams take flight,
Guiding us through day and night.
But tales are told of fear and fright,
Of the raven's presence in the night.
Yet those who listen with an open heart,
Find a friend who'll never depart.