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