| The Nightingale |
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(jude johnstone)
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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