Lisa Mitchell - The Story of the Raven and the Mushroom Man lyrics

Later in the day, When the earth turned away. I found a little book, Nearly blended in the grey, But for it's flower - Drawn like a child's on the cover! It was the story of the Raven And the Mushroom Man He was the first real friend he ever had I never want to be Like that seriuous man, Telling himself be a serious! Always counting those numbers! He's got a red face And a mushroom head, He's spent too long in the rat tace Too long in the dead days If only a Raven with a sore wing, Could fall at his feet With eyes full of mercy, The little Mushroom Man might fashion A little splint out of driftwood, And he might feel a little light shine, He might see his own kindness. And think that, 'Maybe counting isn't everything! Maybe there are more ravens, Who need me more than numbers?' The Mushroom man loved the Raven so And deep inside his heart, Grew a thing called Hope. On Sunday night, The Raven was weak, He didn't wake up, How the Mushroom Man weeped! It caused his planet to leak! Well, he buried his friend, And he buried his books. He looked out to space, And his head jhe shook. As he looked down, A gasp escaped! A sapling Rose, Grew from the Ravens grave! From the Ravens grave, Hope had sprung! And he knew then, how it had been done. As he'd tended the Ravens wing, A Seed of Hope had grown within! And now it grows for all to see, And his planet is no longer just He.