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 fern 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

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