The Cuckoo Songtext
von Grace Griffith

Gonna build me a log cabin
On a mountain so high
So I can hear the cuckoo
When she goes flying by
She sips from pretty flowers
To make her voice so clear
And she′ll never sing cuckoo
'Til the spring of the year


Oh, the cuckoo, she′s a pretty bird
She warbles as she flies
She'll bring you glad tidings
She'll tell you no lies

Wandering and a-walking
And a-wondering, go I
Waiting for my true love
I know he′ll come by and by
And I′ll walk with my darling
He's all my delight
I could walk with my true love
From morning ′til night


Oh, the cuckoo, she's a pretty bird
She warbles as she flies
She′ll bring you glad tidings
She'll tell you no lies