Blood on the Hillside

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