NIGHTINGALE

Like some night bird, homewardin', He seeks the sheltered nest. Like the sailor's lost horizon, he needs some place to rest. The songs that he's been singin' no longer make much sense. And those strangers' cold perceptions, They've killed his confidence Nightingale, she sails away up on a sea of song. Nightingale, she serenades his lonely, lonely life along. When his tired voice is broken, his golden hope is gone. She makes a lost souls simple longing, Somehow not so wrong, Nightingale, nightingale. He was strong, but he was taken, By the thought of his success. Those spot-light shadows, how they lured him, And took him like all the rest. But that old dream don't look good now, No it don't seem quite the same. He needs to hear a tender work, Won't you sing him home again? Nightingale, she sails away upon a sea of song; Nightingale, she serenades his lonely, lonely life along; When his strength is slowly goin', his pride is all but gone, She makes a foolish dreamer listen, To one last song; Nightingale. Nightingale. Nightingale. Nightingale. Nightingale.