Noisily, I clamor about to start my day
still, the nightingale sings
No care given to my clumsy, human ways
he sings of hope by my window’s ledge
a companion for breakfast and the morning’s news
Sing nightingale, sing
The newspaper brings destruction to my door
still, the nightingale sings
Pain in the discourse dripping from the ink
leaving me no happy thought
Do I dare hear your feathered song?
Sing nightingale, sing
Words of man's vulgar existence rake my soul
still, the nightingale sings
The weight of loss sinks deep into my breast
each heartbeat burns me anew
Can your lullaby quiet my soul?
Sing nightingale, sing
The damage of once turned pages upon me
still, the nightingale sings
The paper's now something for the fire
give to me your sweet refrain
Will you heal my heart again tomorrow?
Sing! Nightingale, sing!