One brings sorrow, two bring joy
Three a girl and four a boy
Five bring want and six bring gold
Seven bring secrets not to be told
There's mist in the valley obscuring the trees
A cold wind's been blowing releasing the leaves
A chill in the air, autumn's fate has been sealed
Seven crows on the branches - murder concealed
One brings sorrow, two bring joy
Three a girl and four a boy
Five bring want and six bring gold
Seven bring secrets not to be told
There's blood on the hillside beneath the slate sky
Those carrion birds stand silent nearby
Don't stray too near to that circle of stones
There's death on the air by that pile of fresh bones
One brings sorrow, two bring joy
Three a girl and four a boy
Five bring want and six bring gold
Seven bring secrets not to be told
Someone said seven figures last night
Were lit by the flames of a flickering light
Singing songs through the air in a tongue thought long lost
Now all that remains is a corpse in the frost
One brings sorrow, two bring joy
Three a girl and four a boy
Five bring want and six bring gold
Seven bring secrets not to be told
One brings sorrow, two bring joy
Three a girl and four a boy
Five bring want and six bring gold
Seven bring secrets not to be told