Testo One For Sorrow

They have all got a name.
Some hang on fishing line.
Some on trees at christmas time.
Some collapse, and have die.
Some fall before you know.
Some shoot like arrows.

One for sorrow, two for joy. Three for a girl, and four for a boy.
Five for the young, six for the old.
Seven for a story that never gets told.

Some are family, some are christ.
Some light the way to home.
Some say we're all alone.
Some are diamonds. Some are glass.
Some are brave, and made of tin.
Some hold our whises in.

one for sorrow, two for joy.
Three for a girl, and four for a boy.
Five for the young, six for the old.
Seven for a story that never gets told. Eight for the East, Nine for the West.
Ten for the worst, but all for the best.