Sing

Sing sweet Nightingale
but sing me a song of deep sorrow
sing through the night of sheer delight
for I need change my life on the morrow.

Sing sweet Nightingale
sing me a song of joy and sparkling eyes,
sing the song of a midnight kiss the very first embrace,
the closeness, of a loving face.

Sing sweet Nightingale
sing me a song of regretful words,
of words that wound like rapier swords
sing me the song of error.

Then sing on sweet Nightingale
sing me a song of love everlasting,
regardless of absence of heart,
locked in the breast of steadfast silence
with words never again to impart.

Sing sweet Nightingale please sing
me a song of love unrequited,
sing not of the pain that dwells in my heart
for never again will we be united.

Sing sweet bird, sing of my life starting a new,
sing of the happiness that I threw away
sing of the comfort I find in you,
Sweet Nightingale, Sing.

by Norman Lowe

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