| Like some night bird homeward wingin
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| He seeks the sheltered nest
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| Like the sailor’s lost horizon,
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| He needs some place to rest
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| The songs that he’s been singin'
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| No longer make much sense
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| And those stranger’s cold perceptions
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| They’ve killed his confidence
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| Nightingale, she sails away upon a sea of song
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| Nightingale, SHE SERENADES HIS LONELY, LONELY LIFE ALONG
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| When his tired voice is broken
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| His golden hope is gone
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| She makes a lost soul’s simple longing
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| somehow not so wrong
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| Nightingale, nightingale
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| He was strong, but he was taken
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| By the thought of his success
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| Those spotlights shadows
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| How they lured him and took him like all the rest
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| But that old dream don’t look good now
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| No it don’t seem quite the same
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| He needs to hear a tender word
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| Won’t you sing him home again
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| Nightingale, she sails away up on a sea of song
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| Nightingale, she serenades his lonely, lonely life along
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| When his strength is slowly going,
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| His pride is all but gone
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| She makes a foolish dreamer listen to one last song
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| Nightingale ooh sing sweet nightingale
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| Oh, na, na, na, na Nightingale ooh sing sweet nightingale |