Oh tell me, dear nightingale Why do you sigh? Deep in the woods, when the day turns to night Our bones are so weary, our tears they yet run We linger in shadows, but we long for the sun.
Oh ask me, dear nightingale Why do I cry? Why do I weep, when the darkness is nigh? Our hearts beat the same, but my hands are all red How long must I sing for the souls of the dead?
Oh come, my dear nightingale Come back to me Some may be blind, but I know that you see When the sky is on fire, the ground stirs and shakes I’ll miss your sweet sorrow song, each heartbeat will ache.
Oh fly, my dear nightingale Fly, far away And may you find comfort in the Maker, I pray To laugh and to dance in your new ruby shoes To love and to live, in the world made anew.