I'm dreaming now of Hally, sweet Hally, sweet Hally
I'm dreaming now of Hally
For the thought of her is one that never dies;
She's sleeping in the valley, the valley, the valley
She's sleeping in the valley,
And the mocking bird is singing where she lies

Chorus:

Listen to the mocking bird,
Listen to the mocking bird,
The mocking bird still singing o'er her grave
Listen to the mocking bird,
Listen to the mocking bird,
Still singing where the weeping willows wave

Ah, well I yet remember, remember, remember
Ah well I yet remember
When we gathered in the cotton side by side
'Twas in the mild September, September, September,
'Twas in the mild September,
And the mocking bird was singing far and wide

Chorus

@death @nostalgia
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