| The Mocking Bird sang his song
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| By the break of morn
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| The Mocking Bird sang his song
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| Then a song was born
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| Well, the Mocking bird
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| Mocking Bird, Mocking Bird
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| Well, the Mocking Bird
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| Well, the Lord looked down
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| To see what he heard
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| The Lord put the voice in
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| The Mocking Bird
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| A song was born
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| He liked what he heard
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| The song was sung by
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| The Mocking Bird
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| Singing, Lord, hear me
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| Well, the Lord looked down
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| And he blessed the bird
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| He gave it the power
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| To sing his word
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| To sing bout the joy
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| Of his heavenly land
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| where none but the good
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| And right shall stand
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| Well, his voice did rumble
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| His voice did rock
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| The earth was shaken
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| By the mighty shock
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| Singing, whoa, oh…
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| Oh, sing
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| Little Mocking Bird
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| Sing your song
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| Well, he sang and sang
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| His voice was heard
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| His tune was carried
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| By every bird
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| To the ends of the earth
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| This warning rang out
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| Sinner, when the fire burns
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| You’ll wanna shout
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| That’s how a song was born |