paroles de chanson The Cuckoo - John Jacob Niles

The cuckoo, she's a pretty bird
She sings as she flies
She brings us glad tidings
And she tells us no lies

She sucks all the pretty flowers
That make her voice clear
And she never says Cuckoo
'Till the Spring of the year

Oh walkin' and talkin' and a-wandering goes I
Awaiting for sweet Willie, he will come by and by
I'll meet him in the morning
'Cause he's all my delight
I could walk and talk with him from morning to well night

Harm me to this pleasure and I part in his a-grief
He false-hearted lover is worse as a thief
A thief will but rob you
And take all you got
Well a false-hearted lover will lead you to the grave

The grave will consume you and turn you to dust
They ain't one in a hundred that a poor gal can trust
They'll hug thee and they'll kiss thee
And call thee the room
Perhaps their other darling is awaitin' at home

Now come on you fair damsels, take warning of me
Ne'er place your affection on a green growin' tree
The leaves they will wither, the roots they will die
If I am forsaken, I know right well why
If I am foresaken I will not be forsworn
And he's fully mistaken if he thinks I will mourn
For I'll get myself up in some right high degree
And I'll walk as light by him as he will by me