I heard a curlew crying long
on a moor where wild winds blew.
And the sound of his sad lonesome song
made me feel lonesome too.
 
Ooooh
 
Cold winter came and the moorland froze,
the winds howled long and long.
And often echoed through the snows,
I heard that curlew's song.
 
Ooooh
 
Sweet sun-warmed summer came along
from greenleafed days of spring.
I soon forgot the lonesome song,
I heard the curlew sing.
 
Ooooh