On a midnight dreary 
While I pondered weak and weary 
There came a gentle rapping 
A subtle tapping at my door 

I distinctly remember 
It was a bleak December 
I rose from my chair, excepting you there 
But no hide or hair, just a mockingbird 

CHORUS: Tap, tap, tapping at my door 
This love will never be the way it was before 
It’s all come down to one last word 
Nevermore, quoth the mockingbird 

He stood there lost and lonely 
And spoke that one word only 
So I found my way back to my couch 
To sit and slouch once more 

But the silence had been broken 
By that word so aptly spoken 
So I threw a cushioned chair, ran my fingers through my hair 
With that mockingbird still there, still sitting at my door 


Listen to the Mockingbird 
Listen to the Mockingbird 
Listen to the Mockingbird 

(music and lyrics by M. James - based on Edgar Allen Poe's THE RAVEN)