The Cuckoo versuri

Versuri Epochalypse – The Cuckoo lyrics

The cuckoo is a pretty bird
She sings as she flies
She brings us glad tidings
She tells us no lies
She sucks the sweet flowers
To keep her voice clear
And she never sings „cuckoo”
Till summer is near

The cuchoo, she’s a pretty bird
She sings as she flies
She brings us glad tidings
And tells us no lies
She flies o’er the mountain
She flies o’er the sea
She brings us good tidings
Wherever she be

The cuckoo, she sings in April
The cuckoo, she sings in May
The cuckoo, she sings in June
And then she flies away
Come July, she prepares
And August she must go
She leaves us all here
With sorrow and woe

All meeting is a pleasure
But parting is a grief
An inconstant lover
Is worth than a thief
A thief, he will rob you
And take all you have
But an inconstant lover
Will bring you to the grave