Listen To The Mocking Bird

In the fine tradition of Woody Guthrie and Bobby Dylan

                                  Listen To The Mocking Bird

                             (Slow mournful tempo & new words by Dan McNay)

          D7                   G                              D7                      G
I’m dreaming of sweet Hallie,          sweet  Hallie,    sweet Hallie,
I’m    alive   to      remember,           to remember,  to remember
Our daughter has found a lover,     a lover,               a lover,

           D7                                      C              D7                       G
I’m dreaming of Hallie for the           dreams of her have never died.
I’m alive to remember when             we picked cotton side by side,
Our daughter has found a lover and is leaving   us          far  behind,

            D7                   G                         D7                           G
She’s sleeping in the hollow,         by the water,        by the water ,
In a third harvest in September,   cool September,  in September,
I see her in her new window,        cooking dinner,    In her window,

             D7                                                  C                          D7                   G
She’s sleeping by the water and the              mocking bird is singing where she lies.
The cotton kept growing back and her little hands were bleeding all       the time.
With the fire burning bright and without     a thought of          us in            the night.

CHORUS

G                          D7                                        G
Listen to the mocking bird, listen to the mocking bird,

            D7                   G        D7             G
The mocking bird still singing over her grave,

                            D7                                         G
Listen to the mocking bird, listen to the mocking bird

           C                     D7                        G
Still singing where the weeping willows wave.

My Version is slower than this: