THE NIGHTINGALE SITS HIGH IN THE TREE
ITS BEAUTY AND RESPLENDENCE PLAIN TO SEE
BUT AS I WAIT FOR HIM TO START TO SING
HE TAKES FLIGHT ON TO THE WING
FOR THIS NIGHTINGALE IS A SONGLESS BIRD
NO MORE HIS ANGELIC SONG CAN BE HEARD
HIS HEART IS NOW FULL OF DARKNESS AND WOE
THE ONE HE CHERISHED MOST TOLD HIM TO GO
HOW COULD HE SING NOW WHEN HE IS SO SAD
HE OPENS HIS BEAK BUT NO SOUND CAN BE HAD
SO IF HE PERCHES ON A BRANCH NEAR YOU
THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I WANT YOU TO DO
TELL HIM PLEASE SING AND PUT YOUR LIFE BACK ON TRACK
COS IT DOESN'T MATTER HOW MUCH YOU LOVE SOMEONE
IF THEY DONT LOVE YOU BACK.......