Mockingbird versuri

Versuri The Golden Gate Quartet – Mockingbird lyrics

The ever-winding cycle finally reached
the shores of the southern United States
where the beat was momentarily lost,
but the melody was woven
into pure negro spiritual:

Mockingbird sang at mourn
And a song was born
Mockingbird sang at mourn
And a song was born

Then the beat returned:

Well, the mockingbird
The Lord looked down
And he gave the word
And the angels put the song

And the mockingbird
When man was born,
He liked what he heard
And sang to the Lord with a bird

Sing it:
Well, he sang to the Lord
With the mockingbird
And the good Lord liked
Everything he heard.