Mockingbird

If I had a mockingbird for every tear I've shed,

Skies would rain with laughter every time I raise my head.

And every drop would be a tear that fell upon the ground

'Til the waters rose so high that I must surely drown.

And it's cold, cold, cold, and no hint of spring

Yes, it's cold, cold, cold, when the mockingbird sings.

When I used to walk this earth beneath the harvest moon

All the heavens rose above me silent as a tomb.

Now the skies are filled with noise, moonlight wears a shroud

Black enough to bury every broken ugly vow.

And it's cold, cold, cold, and no hint of spring

Yes, it's cold, cold, cold, when the mockingbird sings.

If I had a mockingbird for every lie I've found

Sky would fill with laughter til it shattered from the sound.

And every piece that fell to earth would land with such a spark,

Finally there'd be flame enough to warm my broken heart.

And it's cold, cold, cold, and no hint of spring

Yes, it's cold, cold, cold, when the mockingbird sings.