patrick wolf
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 fern, And the boys who have no name.  there's No Name For Us But 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 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 