I'm dreaming now of Hally, sweet Hally, sweet Hally
I'm dreaming now of Hally
For the thought of her is one that never dies

She's sleeping in the valley, the valley, the valley
She's sleeping in the valley,
And the mocking bird is singing where she lies.

Listen to the mocking bird
Listen to the mocking bird
Listen to the mocking bird still singing o'er her grave
Listen to the mocking bird
Listen to the mocking bird
Still singing where the weeping willows wave

Ah, well, I yet remember, remember, remember
Ah well, I yet remember
When we gathered in the cotton side by side

'Twas in the mild September, September, September
'Twas in the mild September
And the mocking bird was singing far and wide

Listen to the mocking bird
Listen to the mocking bird
Listen to the mocking bird still singing o'er her grave
Listen to the mocking bird
Listen to the mocking bird
Still singing where the weeping willows wave

When the charms of spring are awaken, are awaken, are awaken
When the charms of spring are awaken 
And the mockingbird is singing on the bough

I feel like one so forsaken, so forsaken, so forsaken
I feel like one so forsaken
For my Hallie is no longer with me now 

Listen to the mocking bird
Listen to the mocking bird
Listen to the mocking bird still singing o'er her grave
Listen to the mocking bird
Listen to the mocking bird
Still singing where the weeping willows wave

Listen to the mocking bird
Listen to the mocking bird
Listen to the mocking bird still singing o'er her grave
Listen to the mocking bird
Listen to the mocking bird
Still singing where the weeping willows wave