Kristin Hersh - The Cuckoo текст песни

Oh the cuckoo

Shes a pretty bird

She wobbles when she flies

She dont ever hollar cuckcoo

Till the fourth day of july

Jack o diamonds

Jack o diamonds

I know you, of old

You rob my poor pockets

Of silver and gold

Oh the cuckcoo

Shes a pretty bird

I wish that she were mine

She dont ever drink water

She only drink wine

Gonna build me

A log cabin

On a mountain so high

So I can see willie

When he goes on by