Nightingales

Beloved, let us walk by spark ‘ling streams
Upon the flowered valley green and wild
Our footsteps lead us through beautiful dreams
Of spring, provoking those still like a child

  See the Nightingales - Circling in the cool of the day
  See the Nightingales - Circling in the cool of the day

Beloved, let us work the golden fields
Discovering what summers’ toil yields
And rest in shade of laden apple-trees
Hand in hand caressed by whisper'd breeze


  See the Nightingales - Circling in the cool of the day
  See the Nightingales - Circling in the cool of the day

Beloved, let us press fruit of the vine
And drink cups of intoxicating wine
Dry leaves are fluttering and falling down
To find their place of rest upon the ground

  See the Nightingales - Circling in the cool of the day
  See the Nightingales - Circling in the cool of the day

Solo
Beloved, when we’re bent before the fire
Let our love become our funeral pyre
Smile with me. Let my fingers wipe your tears
And sweetly sing the story of our years

  See the Nightingales - Circling in the cool of the day
  See the Nightingales - Circling in the cool of the day

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Copyright Jeffrey Merk 2013