Cuckoo , cuckoo . . .

Cuckoo , cuckoo . . .
Hail to the cuckoo ,
Singing in the greenwood ,
Hail to the cuckoo ,
Bird that brings the spring !

Early in the winter I heard my truelove say
‘The day we hear the cuckoo shall be our wedding day . ’

Slowly passed the winter , slowly came the spring :
At dawning in the greenwood I hear the cuckoo sing .

Sing then , master cuckoo , in the greenwood gay ,
Sing to wake my truelove on this her wedding day .

29th May 1951