(Folk song)

Where art thou, where art thou, where art thou flying
Over the buttercup hill?
Say art thou, say art thou, say art thou hieing
Swift to the road or the rill?
Cuckoo! cuckoo! Cuckoo! cuckoo!
Over the buttercup hill.

Oh my bird, oh my bird from my sight faded,
Now can I see thee no more;
Gone like the light which a tempest has shaded,
Lost like a wave on the shore.
Cuckoo! cuckoo! Cuckoo! cuckoo! Now I can see thee no more.

Where art thou once again calling and dancing
Like a wild fay in thy flight!
Out of the gloom of the cedar boughs
Glancing With a clear note of delight.
Cuckoo! cuckoo! Cuckoo! cuckoo!
With a clear note of delight.

  • Song with chords, New simplified version, Lesson ideas with ABA and major/minor (PDF)
  • MIDI file
  • Listen to the song

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