The little robin starts the morning song

As the cottontails come out to play

The badger and the fox keep time

While the wren and blackbirds sing along

Everyone comes out to greet the day

Because everyone has got a song to sing

Yes, everyone has got a song to sing

Everyone has got a song to sing

Down in Ravenwood

Not a word is spoken

The natterjack is croaking

Because everyone has got a song to sing

Down in Ravenwood

The conifers are swaying in the breeze

Their green heads seem to brush the sky

Everything is just so free and easy

And as I watch a butterfly float by

I begin to see why

Life is good down in Ravenwood

Its a world of colour

Green, gold and yellow

Burnt sienna too

Crimson lake and blue

Down in Ravenwood

And its funny, but you never feel alone

You always feel at home there

Yes its funny, you never feel alone

You always feel at home

Down in Ravenwood

And as I head back down the trail again

Back to that place they call reality

I feel a smile, cut across my face

Because now, I know ive got a song to sing

Not a word is spoken

The natterjack is croaking

Because everyone has got a song

Yes, everyone has got a song

Everyone has got a song

Down in Ravenwood.