From out the battered elm tree
The owl's cry we hear
And from the distant forest
The cuckoo answers clear
Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo
Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo
Mr. Moon, Mr. Moon your out too soon
The sun is still in the sky
Go back to bed and cover up your head
And wait until the day draws nigh