In the olive green it sings, oh it sings
In the olive green
In the olive green it sings, oh it sings
In the olive green

What bird would that be
That sings in the olive green
Run and tell it to shut up
'Cause its singing hurts me, run
And tell it to shut up
That its song hurts me

You'll be my beloved garment
You'll be my beloved garment
You'll be the cuckoo bird
That joyfully sings in the early morning

Oh that I love you
How much I love you
How much I love you
Without you my soul
What do I want it for

And don't pass it by my door
Don't pass it by my door
And by my door don't pass it by don't
Pass it by my door

I've already said your burial
Don't pass it by my door
Because I don't want to look at you
Your face either dead or alive

I've already said that your funeral
Don't let it pass by my door
Because I don't want to look at you
Your face either dead or alive

My entrails, I'll give them for you
That I find myself paid
If you sweet talk me well

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