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