There is a nightingale who lives
Above my bedroom and she is
The sweetest thing of all that there can be
And when she sings it seems to me
That lovers can be simply
Lost among her lilting lullabys
Jealousy and unity
Cannot exist in harmony
A misled sibling of the gentle heart
But song and dance and trills instill
The kindness of a lover's will
Lost among the vision of her eyes
And when dark thoughts envelop us
And life begins to sting
That's when she sings
And the world can see her wings
Petty fighting can occur
When silly slightings turn to slur
And poison spills into a friendly ear
Compassion and humanity
Return when we slow down to be
Lost among the sorrow of a tear
And when dark thoughts envelop us
And life begins to sting
That's when she sings
And the world can see her wings