Classic Poem

When the charms of spring awaken, awaken, awaken,
When the charms of spring awaken,
And the mocking bird is singing on the bough,
I feel like one forsaken, forsaken, forsaken,
I feel like one forsaken,
Since my Hally is no longer with me now.

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.

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.

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.