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