Jeff Bridges - The Raven lyrics

The Raven sways in the wind at the very top of the pine. A lone black pennant. An incense signalling to those who watch that a storm imminent. The weak and bow aisle the saplings fold and snap. We close the barn doors and soothe the stalled horses with whispers in hands. A crack of thunder sends a shutter through them. Pa**es into us. We stand together. Grounded. All legs trembling.