CUCKOO SONG
In June
He changes his tune.
A young man's fancy changes soon.
O, Love!
Fleet was June, fleet was June!
He changes his tune.
A young man's fancy changes soon.
O, Love!
Fleet was June, fleet was June!
Cuckoo, cuckoo!
His notes are faint and few,
The lily is dying too,
For the rose there is rue.
In July
Away will he fly,
His notes blown back from an empty sky.
O, Love!
Sad was July, sad was July.
His notes are faint and few,
The lily is dying too,
For the rose there is rue.
In July
Away will he fly,
His notes blown back from an empty sky.
O, Love!
Sad was July, sad was July.
Cuckoo, cuckoo!
No more we listen to
The roving note we knew,
I and you.
In August
Go he must,
Love and lovers will turn to dust.
O, Love!
Cold is August, cold is August!
No more we listen to
The roving note we knew,
I and you.
In August
Go he must,
Love and lovers will turn to dust.
O, Love!
Cold is August, cold is August!
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