Sure do song a pretty song darlin'

Pretty music, lord, and pretty words

Like a lark and sweeter than a starling

But mostly like a mockingbird

Words that leave your mouth all turn to ashes

They flutter to the ground like falling snow

They make a bed that's soft enough to lie in

And your foot steps make no sound as you go

Mockingbird, you just sound like what you said you were

Mockingbird, you were the sweetest thing, I ever heard

The colour of desire is a wretched blue

It burns just like the centre of a flame

It pulls the loosest thread inside your mind

It burns everything

But it calls you out by name

Mockingbird, you just sound like what you said you were

Mockingbird, you were the sweetest thing, I ever heard

The devil stole the wings from a poor angel

They grew into the skin upon his back

Now half of his heart for me it beats

And the other half just repeats

The things I'm feeling for my mockingbird

Oh my my my my

My mockingbird

Mockingbird, you just sound like what you said you were

Mockingbird, you were the sweetest thing, I ever heard