Magpie

Magpie, was it you who stole the wedding ring?

Or what other thieving bird would steal such hope away?

Magpie, I am lost among the hinterland

Caught among the bracken

And the ferns

And the boys who have no name

There's no name for us

Still, we sing

And still, we sing...

Little boy, little boy, lost and blue

Listen now, let me tell you what to do

You can run on, run along

Alone or home between the knees of her

All among her bracken and her ferns

And the boy will have a name

And we will sing

And we will sing

One for sorrow

Two for joy

Three for a girl

Four for a boy

Five for silver

Six for gold

Seven for a secret never to be told