The Nightingale

The Emperor's garden Of gold and crimson hues Was a prision to a nightingale Who sang of love A love she dreamed of One stormy night Her cage fell to the ground On a wind so cold it carried knives Flying so righ She touched the sky Never looking back to the see the sadness That she left behind Never Knowing where the moon Would guide her As the night turns to day And the stars kneel to pray You can almost hear her song of life Each passing day, the Emperor grew pale Having lost his only sunshine A broken heart tore him apart One final breath was taken with a smile As the velvet song of the nightingale Flew so high Piercing the sky Never looking back to the see the sadness That she left behind Never Knowing where the moon Would guide him As the night turns to day And the stars kneel to pray You can almost hear her song of life Throught the clouds on the mountains high Lonely winds sing a lullaby As the nightingale returns once more Never looking back to the see the sadness That she left behind Never Knowing where the moon Would guide her As the night turns to day And the stars kneel to pray You can almost hear her song of life Throught the clouds on the mountains high Lonely winds sing a lullaby As the nightingale returns once more