CUCKOO IN AUGUST

(chorus and verse melody/scansion by Taylor Swift,
verses trad. arr. Will Quale)


Night after night
I do lay in my
bed / With the pillows, the 
feathers all under my
head // No sleep
No rest I can
take / __ The thought of you
keeps me awake // __ __ And

	I can see us lost in the memory
	August slipped away into a moment in 
	  time / 'Cause it was never 
	  mine // And 
	I can see us twisted in bedsheets
	August sipped away like a bottle of 
	  wine / 'Cause you were never 
	  mine

Cuckoo's pretty
And sings while in
flight / And brings glad
tidings both morning and 
night // 'Til summer's gone
And the cuckoo's voice,
too / __ Without even
saying 'adieu' // __ __ And

	I can see us lost in the memory ...

Come you all
Wherever you may 
be / Don't hang your poor
hearts on the sycamore
tree // The leaf will wither
and the roots will de-
-cay / __ Forsaken you'll
perish away // __ __ Oh

	I can see us lost in the memory ...

__ I've been forsaken __
__ But I'll not be for-
-sworn / __ You'll be mistaken if you
think I'll for-ever __ mo-
-ourn // I will survive __
__ After many a 
cry / When I see you, I'll
walk on __ by __ // But for now

	I can see us lost in the memory ...


Verses are adaptations of traditional lyrics for The Cuckoo, inspired by verses sung by
The Devil's Interval, Anne Briggs, Cyril Tawney, and Jean Ritchie
The Devil's Interval O, it's night after night, love, I do lay on my bed, With the pillows, the feathers all under my head; Neither sleeping nor waking, oh no rest can I take, But the thought of that young man, he still troubles my mind. Anne Briggs The cuckoo's a pretty bird, she sings as she flies, She brings us glad tidings, tells us no lies, And when her time is come, her voice we don't hear, And where she goes we do not know until another year. Cyril Tawney Come all you fair maidens, wherever you be, Don't hang your poor hearts on the sycamore tree. The leaf it will wither, and the roots will decay And if you're forsaken you'll perish away. Jean Ritchie If you do forsake me I'll not be forsworn And they'll all be mistaken if they think that I'll mourn; For I'll get myself up in some higher degree And I'll walk as light by him as he can by me.

recording: Taylor Swift "August", from her 2020 album "folklore" [YouTube]

recording: Alex Cumming "Cuckoo" [BandCamp]

notes: song background and lyrics to many trad versions of Cuckoo [Mainly Norfolk]