Oh, the cuckoo she's a pretty bird
She warbles as she flies
But I never give her water
Till the forth day of July
It is often that I wonder
Why women love men
And I look back and I wonder
Why men are men
Oh, the cuckoo she's a pretty bird
She warbles as she flies
But I never give her water
Till the forth day of July
Gonna build me another castle
On a mountain so high
So then I can see my true love
As she passes by
Oh, the cuckoo she's a pretty bird
She warbles as she flies
But I never give her water
Till the forth day of July