LISTEN TO THE MOCKING BIRD



I'm dreaming now of Hally, sweet Hally, sweet Hally

I'm dreaming now of Hally

For the thought of her is one that never dies;

She's sleeping in the valley, the valley, the valley

She's sleeping in the valley,

And the mocking bird is singing where she lies.



Chorus:



Listen to the mocking bird,

Listen to the mocking bird,

The mocking bird still singing o'er her grave

Listen to the mocking bird,

Listen to the mocking bird,

Still singing where the weeping willows wave.



Ah, well I yet remember, remember, remember.

Ah well I yet remember

When we gathered in the cotton side by side.

'Twas in the mild September, September, September,

'Twas in the mild September,

And the mocking bird was singing far and wide.



Chorus



@death @nostalgia

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