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.