Nightingale

You know the sound of my keys, Trying to find the door. You know the sound of my feet, Trying to find the floor. You know how much slow I grow. You know my quicked heart. You know just where I am. You know where I start. Nightingale. You know my wearisome world. Nightingale. You know my wearisome world. I know that I have opened your face In the sleeping morning sun. I know that I have opened your eyes When the night has come. I know the feel of your touch When I fastly sleep. I know the love you gave, You want so much to keep. Nightingale. I know your wearisome world. Nightingale. I know your wearisome world. I'm trying to find another word (to tell you I love you)