Nine for the nine bright shiners
Nine for the nine bright shiners
All written out in numbers

New water was slow trickling
Came out the ground all bubbling
Slow yourself down, stop jabbering
Holding your breath, not listening
All will be still

Seven for the seven stars, seven stars in the sky
And the heavens have it all, just a matter of time
Probability-wise, one of us has to die
But by the same reckoning, it will be fine

Nine for the nine bright shiners
All written out in numbers
One is one, and all alone
And evermore shall be so
All will be still