Lisa Mitchell

Lisa Mitchell - The Story of the Raven and the Mushroom Man lyrics

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late the other day when the earth turned away

I found a little book --- in the grey

--- flower drawn like a child on the cover

it was the story of the raven and the mushroom man

he was the first real friend he ever had

I never want to be like that serious man

telling himself he is serious

always counting those numbers

he's got a red face and a mushroom head

he's been too long in the rat race

too long in the dead days

if only a raven with a sore wing

could fall at his feet with eyes full of mercy

the little mushroom man might fashion

a little splint out of driftwood

and he might feel a little light shine

he might see his own kindness

and think that maybe counting isn't everything

maybe there are more ravens that need me more than numbers

the mushroom man loved the raven so

and deep inside his heart grew a thing called hope

one sunday night the raven was weak

he didn't wake up and the mushroom man weeped

caused his planet to leak

well he buried his friend and he buried his books

he looked out to space and his head he shook

as he looked out across the escape

a sapling rose grew from the raven's grace

from the raven's grave hope had sprung

he knew then how it had been done

as he tended to the raven's wing a seed of hope had grown within

and now it grows for all to see and his planet is no longer just he

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