The Cuckoo-Pentangle

[ti:The Cuckoo] [ar:Pentangle] [al:Basket Of Light] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.47]The Cuckoo - Pentangle [00:01.52]Written by：Traditional [00:02.48] [00:11.80]Oh the cuckoo [00:13.21]She is a pretty bird she sings as she flies [00:18.75] [00:20.00]She bringeth good tidings she telleth no lies [00:26.55] [00:27.62]She sucketh white flowers for to keep her voice clear [00:34.53] [00:35.56]And the march she sings a cuckoo [00:38.53]Till summer draweth near [00:42.02] [00:47.00]As I once was a walking and talking one day [00:53.37] [00:54.81]I met my own true love as he came that way [01:01.07] [01:02.37]Though the meeting him was pleasure [01:05.36]Though the courting was woe [01:09.17] [01:10.17]For I've found him false hearted [01:13.09]He'd kiss me and then he'd go [01:16.53] [01:21.48]I wish I was a scholar [01:24.23]And could handle the pen [01:27.92] [01:29.25]I'd write to my lover and to all roving men [01:35.58] [01:36.88]I would tell them of the grief and woe [01:39.86]That attend on their lies [01:43.56] [01:44.66]I would wish them have pity [01:47.03]On the flower when it dies [01:51.46] [02:30.16]I wish I was a scholar [02:33.15]And could handle the pen [02:36.63] [02:38.16]I'd write to my lover and to all roving men [02:44.40] [02:45.66]I would tell them of the grief and woe [02:48.64]That attend on their lies [02:52.50] [02:53.46]I would wish them have pity [02:55.83]On the flower when it dies [03:00.30] [03:04.70]As I once was awalking and talking one day [03:11.01] [03:12.60]I met my own true love as he came that way [03:18.93] [03:20.21]Though the meeting him was pleasure [03:23.30]Though the courting was woe [03:26.83] [03:28.01]For I've found him false hearted [03:30.97]He'd kiss me and then he'd goes [03:34.45] [03:39.12]The cuckoo is a pretty bird she sings as she flies [03:45.95] [03:46.95]She bringeth good tidings she telleth no lies [03:53.66] [03:54.83]She sucketh white flowers for to keep her voice clear [04:01.81] [04:02.65]And the march she sings cuckoo [04:05.70]Till summer draweth near [04:09.07] [04:13.75]And the march she sings cuckoo [04:16.79]Till summer draweth near