A Song Was Born

Well, the mockingbird
Mockingbird

Oh, mockingbird
The Lord looked down and He gave the word
And the angels put the song in the mockingbird
When man was born, he liked what he heard
And sang to the Lord with the mockingbird
Singing, "Lord, hear me"
Well, he sang to the Lord with the mockingbird
Praise be

And the good Lord liked everything he heard

They took the tune and the words
Right from the mockingbird's
That's how a song was born
And then the soft evening breeze
Hummed through the willow trees
That's how a song was born

The tinklin' rain from the sky
Became a lullaby
And the blues must have come from a sigh
And when two hearts beat in time
Bluebells began to chime
That's how a song was born

They took a beat and made it reet
They took a beat and brought it down to Basin Street
Now we got it jumpin'
Satchmo, get on that horn
Let's hear, let's hear
Let's hear how jazz was born
One, two, three, four

They took a reet jungle beat
Brought it to Basin Street
And that's how jazz was born
And then someone played a wail
All up and down the scale
And that's how jazz was born

They simply played what they liked
As long as it would fit
If it just had a beat, that was it
And when a horn gave a scream
They took it as a theme
And that's how jazz was born

I think it's time we left the music and went home