Lea/Holder/Powell
Tell raven that it's fatal
Chasing everything that glitters

Coloured pieces chattering doesn't miss a single thing
Gold and silver body stone never leaves a thing alone
Chorus

Belts away every hour
Flies to his lofty tower
Storing his spoils of the fruits of his toils

You beware of the sight of the roundabout flight
Often you'll see the raven
Flapping wings and calling loudly

He doesn't care what others feel thinks he has the right to
steal
Gold and silver body stone never leaves a thing alone

Chorus
Belts away every hour
Flies to his lofty tower

Storing his spoils of the fruits of his toils
You beware of the sight of the roundabout flight
Break

Chorus
Belts away every hour
Flies to his lofty tower

Storing his spoils of the fruits of his toils
You beware of the sight of the roundabout flight