Coo-oo, Coo-oo

Yes, there's that koel again
She should be asleep at this hour
Lost in her restless dreams
Yet she screams.. Coo-oo, Coo-oo
Insistently, Popping out
Like a droll toy cuckoo
Trapped in that droll cuckoo clock.

She flings open that little door
That keeps her captured
And flies out as far as the tether
She's held with lets her
And she screams her droll song
Bobbing up and down
To catch the moon's attention
Coo-oo, Coo-oo!

Marking each hour that goes by
In a blur of longings, achings, hopings, despairings.

Some day that funny koel
With her silly Coo-oo, Coo-oo
Which nobody hears, or sheds a tear for,
Will go whirr..run out of her foolish Coo-oo, Coo-oo
Run out of her time, which she diligently marks
Perhaps without even a warning whisper
And then, even if she is wound and re-wound
And repaired and recalibrated
She will forget forever how to
Chime her silly hourly screams
Chime these frittering hours

So, listen, listen now,
To this droll koel
Here she is once again
Coo-oo, Coo-oo!