One for Sorrow

The bird of omen is on the wing

I see it circling, I hear it sing

It watches over me, there in the trees

Upon the twisting boughs, an augury

I have always been one for sorrow

I hear the beating of the wings, to my horror

I have always been one for sorrow

I know that wherever I go it will follow

A lustred feather falls to the ground

A fleeting shadow that rattling sound

Beyond the windowpane in twilight gloom

A tap upon the glass, foretells my doom

I have always been one for sorrow

I hear the beating of the wings, to my horror

I have always been one for sorrow

I know that wherever I go it will follow

It follows

One for sorrow, two for mirth

Three for a funeral and four for birth

Five for Heaven, six for Hell

Seven for the devil, the devil himself

I will always be one for sorrow

I hear the beating of the wings, to my horror

I will always be one for sorrow

I know that wherever I go it will follow