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