Beckon to the sea
I'll come to thee
Shed seven tears
Perhance seven years



Tomorrow's a red flush in the western sky
Tomorrow's a black bush in the middle night
Tomorrow swears the truth in now, now and now
In the trembling blue grasp of the morning light



Mud in the stream
and Earth in the air
Clay in my ears
and stone in my stare



One crow sorrow,
Two crows mirth,
Three crows a wedding,
Four crows a birth,
Five crows silver,
Six crows gold,
Seven crows a secret,
Which must never be told.