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