Mockingbirds sing. Sing me what the Lord was singing. On the day He made the water. The color of the blues. Sing me that song. Sing me to till the heavens rising. On the day He made the water. The color of my baby's eyes. Love her in the ways you want to be loved. Love her in the ways she wants to be loved. Love her in the ways you want to be loved. But the way I'm loving her. It must not be enough. Cause in the way she cries. It only tears me up. I feel dead inside and dying. And if you give up. Don't give up on love. Don't give up on love. The rivers they run. They run until they get too tired. Until they run behind the houses. And they become a creek. When I was a child. I ran until the creek became a river. When it turned into the ocean. I wondered why He'd made it so deep. Love her in the ways you want to be loved. Love her in the ways you want to be loved. Love her in the ways you want to be loved. But the way I'm loving her. Must not be enough. Cause the way she cries. It only tears me up. I feel dead inside and dying. Don't give up. Cause in a way she's crying. It only tears me up. I feel dead inside and dying. Give up. Don't give up on love. Don't give up on love. Love her in the ways you want to be loved. Love her in the ways you want to be loved. Love her in the ways you want to be loved. Sometimes it ain't enough. Sometimes it ain't enough. But don't give up on love