Tekst
Expect the Swan
When winter departs
A call at dusk
A response at dawn
Expect the Raven every day
Heard but not seen
Darkness in the voice
Light under the wings
Behold - the Swan is black
Gliding in the light of the sky
Different in form from voice
Essence hidden in blind sight
In the brightest light lies the dark
In the deepest dark grows the light
The Swan departs
Wings at dusk
Form in the distance
The Raven stays
One day or another
Its form to reveal
Wait for the Swan
Before she appears
Behold - the Raven is white
Gliding in the dark of the sky
Different in form from voice
Essence hidden in blind sight
In the brightest light lies the dark
In the deepest dark grows the light