| They whisper their stories and they glance with the eye,
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| They look over my shoulder when I pass them by,
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| My father and mother they treat me the same,
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| Hear the Nightingale crying in shame love, in shame.
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| Cling to me tight love hold my hand,
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| The road it is long love, and harsh is the land,
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| That’s the cross we must carry for having no name,
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| Hear the Nightingale crys now in shame love, in shame.
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| I have wings on my feet and of love I have dreamed,
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| The moon and the stars, oh how friendly they seemed,
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| The touch of his hand in the soft summer rain,
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| But the Nightingale crys now in shame love, in shame.
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| Once in the starlight when he held me close,
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| Down by the green meadows, where grew the wild rose,
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| The wind sang of love, oh how soft it’s refrain,
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| Hear the Nightingale crying in shame love, in shame.
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| Now hush little darling we soon will be there,
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| A blanket of love will surround you with care,
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| No vile tongues will whisper you will never feel pain,
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| Hear the Nightingale crying in shame love, in shame.
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| The meek wil inherit, I curse this decree
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| And suffers small children will come onto me
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| And the sins of your father on your head will be laying
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| Oh hear the nightingale crying in shame love, in shame
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| How mute are the birds now, my bonny young boy,
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| How deep is the river, how silent your cry,
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| Let the water baptise you, then we’ll both hear a name,
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| Hear the Nightingale sing, there’s no shame, there’s no shame.
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