Nightingale

Nightingale sings a song that he's written just for me But I'll share with you, dear... I'm the sailor; you're the sea A curious religion, my heart within your hands I know that neither you nor I will ever leave again A curious religion, my heart within your hands I know that neither you nor I will ever leave again We're going to build our house under the sycamore tree We can climb up high where we can feel the breeze And when our hearts grow old, we'll be buried there And evermore it will shelter all we shared Sunlit dreams 'neath the tree Thoughts are dancing in the wind that softly blows over me This is where love begins A curious religion, my heart within your hands I know that neither you nor I will ever leave again A curious religion, my heart within your hands I know that neither you nor I will ever leave again We're going to build our house under the sycamore tree And when the rain beats down, here in peace we'll sleep And when our hearts grow old, we'll be buried there And feed the tree that shelters all we shared We're going to build our house under the sycamore tree We can climb up high where we can feel the breeze And when our hearts grow old, we'll be buried there And evermore it will shelter all we shared