Oh the cuckoo shes a pretty bird She wobbles as she flies She dont never holler cuckoo Till the fourth day of july Yeah the cuckoo shes a pretty bird She tells us no lies She brings us glad tidings She sings as she flies She sings cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo Coo coo coo coo She kisses sweet flowers To make her voice ring clear She never sings cuckoo Till summers near She flies the hills over She flies the skies above She flies back to the mountain And she sings for her love