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