Oh, the raven flies o'er these valleys, but he don't make a sound O'er the deserts and the cities, he's refusing to look down And the old songs are forgotten, gone with the raven on the wing And love no longer matters, and the wolves no longer sing Now the old man sold his horses, his children sold the ranch And there's roads all through that valley, where his ponies used to dance The dry wind sings a lonesome tune, a longing for the Spring And love no longer matters, and the wolves no longer sing The Old Man sold his kingdom for a song What's happened to the music? Where have the wild ones gone? Now the rain will come again one day, the stars will keep on shining And the poets will return again, magic melody and rhyming And if god is out there somewhere, looking down on everything Then love will always matter, and the wolves will always sing Then love will always matter, and the wolves will always sing