Lyrics to I Go Like The Raven
Woodpecker woman, chipaway, whittle, carve my name in a hick'ry fiddle.
Dance all night, dream just a little, i go like the raven.
Down in the meadow, deep in the holler, bullfrong sing to the bug-eyed crawler.
Slide to the rake, hop to the caller, reel with the willow waivin.
Shine the merlin moonbeam eye.
Set my dancin feet to fly.
O'er the dark and dervish sky.
I go like the raven.
Long time ago i had me a feller, three-cocked hat and a coat o' yeller.
Locked me down in a sawdust cellar,fed me beans and bacon.
Through the doorway he did enter, played him coy, played him tender.
Played him slumber through the winter, gone when the birds awakened.
Shine the merlin moonbeam eye ...
When they hear my bowstrings tightnin, angels gay, devils frightnin.
C'mon fire and midnight lightnin to the garden gancy.
Hail the wayward werewolf howlin, haints and shades and goblins growlin.
Fiends and demon deevs a-prowlin when i break and fancy.
Shine the merlin moonbeam eye ...
Now all you blackbirds, plain or pretty, hear my words for rede or witty:
Keep the greenwood, shun the city and her dandies craven.
Dance all night, dream just a little, i go like the raven.
Down in the meadow, deep in the holler, bullfrong sing to the bug-eyed crawler.
Slide to the rake, hop to the caller, reel with the willow waivin.
Shine the merlin moonbeam eye.
Set my dancin feet to fly.
O'er the dark and dervish sky.
I go like the raven.
Long time ago i had me a feller, three-cocked hat and a coat o' yeller.
Locked me down in a sawdust cellar,fed me beans and bacon.
Through the doorway he did enter, played him coy, played him tender.
Played him slumber through the winter, gone when the birds awakened.
Shine the merlin moonbeam eye ...
When they hear my bowstrings tightnin, angels gay, devils frightnin.
C'mon fire and midnight lightnin to the garden gancy.
Hail the wayward werewolf howlin, haints and shades and goblins growlin.
Fiends and demon deevs a-prowlin when i break and fancy.
Shine the merlin moonbeam eye ...
Now all you blackbirds, plain or pretty, hear my words for rede or witty:
Keep the greenwood, shun the city and her dandies craven.
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