The raven knows where our past laysThe raven knows it true
He sleeps at night, ‘caws’ by day
Fixing his eyes like glue.There was a time the raven soaredAbove the cedars by the coastEven before the waves first roaredAnd Skedans was known to most.I saw a raven above the trailHe waited while I ate my lunchAnd when I left him for a sailHe ate the crumbs, the whole darned bunch.Wherever you go on Haida Gwaii
You’re bound to hear
the raven’s cackle
But never leave your gear nearby
For you’re sure to lose your block and tackle.
Now, logging came and logging went
And fishing’s come and gone
But the raven’s seen what god has sent
And knows what man has done.