"The Cuckoo" Lyrics

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
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 know lies

Wanderin' and a-walkin'
And a-wanderin' go I
Waiting for my true love
I know he'll come back on by
And I'll walk with my darling
He's all my delight
I could walk with my true love
From mornin' 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 know lies