The seven Ravens

The seven Ravens

Seven ravens, black and wild,
sitting on an old tree, deep inside the night.
It was cold, the snow lay high.
A sweet young maid visited them that night.
And when the sunrise started soon,
the sweet young maid, she has to go.

The other day the maid came back,
tears ran out of her eyes, down her neck.
Her father, a knight, fell in the last fight,
and even so a raven died.
And when the sunrise started soon,
the crying maid, she has to go.

And on that hill, so far away
there stands that tree and it will stay.
The ravens caw so loud that night,
the blood is flowing, red on white.

The other day the maid came back,
her eyes they turned from blue to black.
Her mother, she died on an illness last night,
and so the second raven died.
And when the sunrise started soon,
the blackeyed maid, she has to go.

The other day the maid came back,
her hair was from her tears so wet.
Her sisters, twins, were killed last night
and even so two ravens died.
And when the sunrise started soon,
the drenched maid, she has to go.

And on that hill, so far away
there stands that tree and it will stay.
The ravens caw so loud that night,
the blood is flowing, red on white.

The other day the maid came back,
her fingers were so bloody red.
Her brother hung himself last night
and so another raven died.
And when the sunrise started soon,
the bloodred maid, she has to go.

The other day the maid came back,
her lonely heart was nearly cracked.
Her fiance drunk the other night
and the last but one of the ravens died.
And when the sunrise started soon,
the broken maid, she has to go.

And on that hill, so far away
there stands that tree and it will stay.
The ravens caw so loud that night,
the blood is flowing, red on white.

The other day the maid came back,
she brought a rusty knife, so sad.
She killed herself on the snow, so white
and so the seventh raven died.
And when the sunrise started soon,
the maid will be forever gone.

And on that hill, so far away,
lays the maid and she will lay.
No ravens cawed that silent night,
the blood is flowing, red on white.
And on that hill, so far away,
there are the ra'ens and they will be.
The snow is everywhere so red,
because the ravens, they are dead...