Tell me do something true true of you and me That we're too busy living through, too busy to see What is it that we do, makes us what we are? If we sing
Nightingale sing though it's blacker than the bog Nightingale sing to me, I need to hear your song Nightingale come and perch upon my tree A terrifying
Yesterday I thought that I walked alone And that love was just a memory But a nightingale followed me back home And my love was waiting there for me
When I love, I get a feeling Like I'm traveling through the sky On the wings of a nightingale As I ride my head is reeling But I don't even wonder why
1. Viel Freuden mit sich bringet die fröhliche Sommerzeit. Im grünen Wald jetzt singet wied'rum vor Freudigkeit ohn' Unterlaß mit hellem
I built my house beside the wood So I could hear you singing And it was sweet and it was good And love was all beginning Fare thee well my nightingale
Someday you'll hear my cry The lonesome nightingale Parched upon this broken branch My love has now set sail Come sing with me a melody In the dark of
When two lovers meet in Mayfair So the legends tell Songbirds sing Winter turns to spring Every winding street in Mayfair Falls beneath the spell I know
Oh, sing sweet nightgale Sing sweet nightale, high Oh, sing sweet nightgale Sing sweet nightale Oh, sing sweet nightgale Sing sweet Oh, sing sweet nightgale
If a bird sat down upon my shoulder Would I know if it's a sparrow? Just as well now it could be a nightingale If I had the wealth of all the universe
How long have you been free In this world of hate and greed Is it black or is it white Let's find another compromise And our futures standing still We
Away, away, for I will fly to thee When my heart aches and drowsy numbness pains My sense as though of hemlock drunk Or empty some opiate to the drain
The nightingale It said to me 'There is a love Meant for me' The nightingale It flew to me And told me That it found my love He said one day 'I'll meet
When two lovers meet in Mayfair, so the legends tell Songbirds sing. Winter turns to spring Every winding street in Mayfair falls beneath the spell I
And I like the way it feels To burn my soul into my heels And I don't want to go home And I don't hide the scars I have They no longer make me sad And
Love burns in a young man's heart, He would give her the moon and the stars, And all the Treasures of the Pharaohs for a moment in her arms; To the Ball
I have learnt through all my past mistakes Not to let the hurdles sap my energy Time will tell and time is all it takes You won't see the bastards knock
What does the free fall feel like? Asks the boy with a spark in his eye Know why the nightingale sings? Is the answer to everything Taking a step to