The nightingale It said to me There is a love Meant for me The nightingale It flew to me And told me That it found my love He said one day I'll meet you Our hearts will fly With the nightingale The nightingale He told me One day You will be with me The nightingale Said he knew That your love Would find my love one day My heart flies With the nightingale Through the night All across the world I long to see you To touch you To love you Forever more

Nightjar and the nightingale I'm still awake because of you Well, I guess that's what her kisses do Oh-oh, we're sharing summer stories with the white-eyed moon And there are dreamers in those chestnut trees They sing to me life's mysteries Like the keepsake of those memories Oh-oh, of the long hot days and the honeybees Well, telltale nightingale You've seen it all, you sing it better than me You've seen it all, you sing it better than me Well, quick, somebody hold my glass I can't let it pass, it fades so fast And I just want today to last Oh-oh, and that surprising little spell she cast We walked a mile and sat a while In tawny grass and we just laughed And we listened to the summer birds Oh-oh, they always seem to find the words Well, telltale nightingale You've seen it all, you sing it better than me You've seen it all, you sing it better than me

Thank you for your words of longing It doesn't really matter whether or not I understood them Doesn't really matter where they take me Or how they take me A witch-black hill in a storm An unruly sea of salt-frozen fear Or a paradise of palms As long as it's not here As long as it's not here But a rooftop I can go, to scream above the birds Adding my dull sheen to your brilliant words A job for Christo Wrapping the sun with silk Wrapping the sun Wrapping the sun With silk Wrapping the sun Wrapping the sun with silk Make it something that can be looked at Without hurting I can try I can't fly, but I'll open my rough beak Squawk at the sky The crow and the nightingale I can't fly, but I'll open my rough beak Squawk at the sky The crow and the nightingale The crow and the nightingale Wrapping the sun with silk Wrapping the sun Wrapping the sun with silk Make it something Better than blindness Better than darkness Make it something that can be looked at Without hurting Without hurting Locking Helen of Troy in a padded room Behind frosted glass Howlin' at the moon Squawking at the sky A racket And a tune