The Mocking Bird

The Mocking Bird sang his song
 By the break of morn
 The Mocking Bird sang his song
 Then a song was born
 Well, the Mocking bird
 Mocking Bird, Mocking Bird
 Well, the Mocking Bird
 Well, the Lord looked down
 To see what he heard
 The Lord put the voice in
 The Mocking Bird
 A song was born
 He liked what he heard
 The song was sung by
 The Mocking Bird
 Singing, Lord, hear me
 Well, the Lord looked down
 And he blessed the bird
 He gave it the power
 To sing his word
 To sing bout the joy
 Of his heavenly land
 where none but the good
 And right shall stand
 Well, his voice did rumble
 His voice did rock
 The earth was shaken
 By the mighty shock
 Singing, whoa, oh...
 Oh, sing
 Little Mocking Bird
 Sing your song
 Well, he sang and sang
 His voice was heard
 His tune was carried
 By every bird
 To the ends of the earth
 This warning rang out
 Sinner, when the fire burns
 You'll wanna shout
 That's how a song was born