Sail low little mockingbird
Sing slow for us
Sing happy not mournful
As we turn to dust
Out in the cotton fields nobody knows
where in the Hell the prairie winds blow
Mockingbird sing of a love Nature sows
a doom we each share where the buffaloes low
Out on the levees with the bone-dry white dust
Farmer Frank’s tractors are turning to rust
Mockingbird sing of that what Nature must
if we fall in love with you sing slow for us
Hang still! little mockingbird
Temper your song
Put your head in your wing
We won’t be long
Oh we shan’t be long
your song drew us in
When we fell in love
We ached for the sin