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