Yesterday I thought that I walked alone

And that love was just a memory

But a nightingale followed me back home

And my love was waiting there for me



I had lost my faith as lovers often do

When the storm clouds gather overhead

But the nightingale sang a note so true

That I knew I'd lost my fear instead



And to think that I said love was for fools

And that time would never heal these old wounds

But the nightingale saved a prayer for me

In the twilight he played a faithful tune



I have heard the lark over in the vale

And I've heard the lonesome whippoorwill

But the sweetest song is the nightingale's

And I know I'll never get my fill