Listen to the Mockingbird

’m dreaming now of Hally,
Sweet Hally, sweet Hally,
I’m dreaming now of Hally,
For the tho’t of her is one that never dies ;
She’s sleeping in the valley,
In the valley, in the valley,
She’s sleeping in the valley,
And the mockingbird is singing where she lies.
Listen to the mockingbird,
Listen to the mockingbird,
The mockingbird still singing o’er her grave ;
Listen to the mockingbird,
Listen to the mockingbird,
Still singing where the weeping willows wave.

Ah ! well I yet remember,
Remember, remember,
Ah ! well, I yet remember,
When we gather’d in the cotton, side by side ;
’Twas in the mild September,
September, September,
’Twas in the mild September,
And the mockingbird is singing where she lies.
Listen to the mockingbird,
Listen to the mockingbird,
The mockingbird still singing o’er her grave ;
Listen to the mockingbird,
Listen to the mockingbird,
Still singing where the weeping willows wave.