I Built My House Beside The Wood
So I Could Hear You Singing
And It Was Sweet And It Was Good
And Love Was All Beginning
Fare Thee Well My Nightingale

'Twas Long Ago I Found You
Now All Your Songs Of Beauty Fail
The Forest Closes 'round You
The Sun Goes Down Behind A Veil

'Tis Now That You Would Call Me
So Rest In Peace My Nightingale
Beneath Your Branch Of Holly
Fare Thee Well My Nightingale
I Lived But To Be Near You

Tho' You Are Singing Somewhere Still
I Can No Longer Hear You