Up in the top of the walnut tree
Sings the cuckoo’s chick
There’s no mother
Neither a father
It’s so lonely, poor it
It sings and cheers up
It spring heralds
And it loves its mother
Even though she’s missing
Cause’ this is its world
Where there is no mother
The cuckoo is a chick
The house doesn’t belong to it
And there’s no spring
Cuckoo, cuckoo. Cuckoo
His time
Is that of good fortune
And we know whose else
That of the thief
But we won’t tell anyboby
Cuckoo, cuckoo
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