The Ravens Are Singing
by Charles O. Roos

The ravens are singing, heed the drumhead,
Soon warriors bringing their trophies and dead.

The ravens are singing in the cedars,
A red moon walks in the sky,
The lodge smokes are dancing in the treetops,
A red moon walks in the sky!

The corn leaves are talking to the night wind,
A black cloud walks in the sky,
A white owl is calling from the far hill,
A black cloud walks in the sky!

The warriors are coming through ghost dawn pale,
Silence the drumming, sound loud the death wail!