The Counting

Ríoghnach Locha Eachach

One was the words that you said that day
Two was the hand that you took away
Three was the sight of you on the horizon
Four was a hearth you left bare and cold

Now is the counting of your mistakes
Now is when you learn the price you pay

Five was the tears that fell from my eyes
Six was the heart-pain as though I'd die
Seven was mem'ries of warm winter seasons
Eight is a heart that you turned to stone

Now is the counting of your mistakes
Now is when you learn the price you pay

Eight is the tongue that told your lies
Seven is the hand that you took from mine
Six is the eye you set on the horizon
Five is the arms that left me so cold

Now is the counting of your mistakes
Now is when you learn the price you pay

Four is the eye I beheld with mine
Three is the pain you'll feel as you die
Two is the fading of your very name
One is the word I carve on your stone

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