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 light's been flashing over me
I would not bear to rest
I would not dare to dream
Till the Nightingale came
And sang a song for me
She'll sing above the blasts and the clothing singed by fire
She'll sing above the black smoke rising from the funeral pyre
Her heart a field in bloom, her heart a sacred snow
Her heart a mirror blinding all the greedy as they go
I would not bear to rest
I would not dare to dream
Till the Nightingale came
And sang a song for me
I cannot help but want to solder all the parts
Solder back together all the shattered hearts
Nightingale come and perch upon my tree
The terrifying night's been crashing over me
I would not bear to rest
I would not dare to dream
Till the Nightingale came
And sang a song for me
I would not bear to rest
I would not dare to dream
Till the Nightingale came
And sang a song for me
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