Well, the
Mockingbird,
Mockingbird, oh,
Mockingbird,
The
Lord looked down and
he gave the word,
And the angels put the
song in the
Mockingbird.
When man was born,
he liked what he heard,
And sang to the
Lord with the
Mockingbird.
Sing it loud, hear me!
Well, he sang to the
Lord with the
Mockingbird,
Praise be!
And the good
Lord liked everything he heard
They took the tune and
the word s
Right from the mockingbirds
That's how a song was born
An d then a soft evening
breeze
Hummed through the willow trees
That's how a song was born.
The tinkling rain from the
sky became a lullaby,
And the blues must have
come from aside.
And when two hearts beat in time,
Bluebells began to chime.
That's how a song
was born.
They took a beat and made it reek
They took a beat and brought it down to
Basin
Street
Now we got it jumpin'
Satchmo, get on that horn
Let's hear, let's hear,
let's hear how jazz was born
One, two, three, four
They took a reed, jungle beat,
brought it to
Basin
Street, and that's how jazz was born.
And then someone played a wail, all up and down the scale,
and that's how jazz was born.
They simply played what they liked,
as long as it would fit.
If it just had a beat, that was it.
And when a horn gave a scream, they took it as a theme,
and that's how jazz was born.