tis true i hear the nightengale sing
of happy and brighter days
allthrough the meadow his voice does ring
while he flies under golden-sun rays
alas he was put in a cage
by a stupid, pretty young thing
the bird did screech in such a rage
for her he would never sing
oh nightengale i hear your cries
i'll hurry on swiftest feet
until the noise did suddenly die
i knew the death you'd meet
alas i am alone i fear
i cry and weep for you
no song could ever bring me cheer
as you once did, tis true
the clouds grew dark
the sky did split
the people harked
as she threw a fit
tis true i heard the nightengale sing
of happy and brighter days
allthrough the meadow his voice did ring
when he flew under golden-sun rays
 Picturesque Honey · Mon Apr 13, 2009 @ 12:13am · 0 Comments |
