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
I had lost my faith as lovers often do When the storm clouds gather overhead But the nightingale sang a note so true That I knew I'd lost my fear instead
And to think that I said love was for fools And that time would never heal these old wounds But the nightingale saved a prayer for me In the twilight he played a faithful tune
I have heard the lark over in the vale And I've heard the lonesome whippoorwill But the sweetest song is the nightingale's And I know I'll never get my fill
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