作曲 : Traditional/Dick Milburn/Septimus Winner I'm dreaming now of Hallie Sweet Hallie, sweet Hallie I'm dreaming now of Hallie For the thought of her is one that never dies She's sleeping in the valley In the valley, the valley She's sleeping in the valley And the mockingbird is singing where she lies Listen to the mockingbird Listen to the mockingbird The mockingbird still singing o'er her grave Listen to the mockingbird Listen to the mockingbird Still singing where the weeping willow waves How well do I yet remember Remember, remember How well do I yet remember When we gathered in the cotton side by side 'Twas in the mild mid-September, In September, in September 'Twas in the mild mid-September, And the mockingbird was singing far and wide Listen to the mockingbird Listen to the mockingbird The mockingbird still singing o'er her grave Listen to the mockingbird Listen to the mockingbird Still singing where the weeping willow waves When charms of spring are awaken, Are awaken, are awaken When charms of spring are awaken And the mockingbird was singing far and wide I feel like one for forsaken, For forsaken, for forsaken I feel like one for forsaken, Since my Hallie is no longer with me now Listen to the mockingbird Listen to the mockingbird The mockingbird still singing o'er her grave Listen to the mockingbird Listen to the mockingbird Still singing where the weeping willow waves 'Twas at the siege of Vicksburg, Of Vicksburg, of Vicksburg, 'Twas at the siege of Vicksburg, When the parrot shells were whistling through the air. Listen to the parrot shells, listen to the parrot shells, The parrot shells were whistling though the air. Listen to the parrot shells, listen to the parrot shells, The parrot shells were whistling though the air. Oh well, will we remember, Remember, remember, Tough mule meat, June sans November, When the minnies-balls were whistling through the air. Listen to the minnies-balls, listen to the minnies-balls, The minnies-balls were whistling though the air. Listen to the minnies-balls, listen to the minnies-balls, The minnies-balls were whistling though the air.