Oh the raven flies o’er these valleys, but he don’t make a sound
O’er the deserts and the cities, he’s refusing to look down
And the old songs are forgotten, gone with the Raven on the wing
And love no longer matters, and the wolves no longer sing
Now the old man sold his horses, and his children sold the ranch
And there’s roads all through that valley, where his ponies used to dance
The dry wind sings a lonesome tune, a longing for the Spring
And love no longer matters, and the wolves no longer sing
The Old Man sold his kingdom for a song
What’s happened to the music? Where have the wild ones gone?
The rain will come again one day; the stars will keep on shinin’
And the poets will return again, magic melody and rhymin’
And if God is out there somewhere, looking down on everything
Then love will always matter, and the wolves will always sing
Then Love will always matter, and the wolves will always sing

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