The Cuckoo Is A-Callin'

[Instrumental intro] [Verse 1] Although the trees ungentle sway Reflect the temper of the day Just as lovely as you say Rain upon my hair is falling Stirred up as the river flows The clammer of the bar below Strings a man, his sentence slow "The cuckoo is a-callin" Now [Verse 2] I know this bitter life may feel Ungentle & at times unkind It bares within itself the fear Of being someone else its fine but You my lovely friend have nothing But a spine, but a spine You'll surely take those jabs they throw & drink them like red wine You swine [Instrumental intro]