An old man is wandering the path of his life
Remembering his lovers lost in the past
In his youth he was brash, in his youth he was bold
A cocky young man, but that did not last
He hears the call of the nightingale, its song is so sweet
Would she draw him to his fate for that he does not know
He fears its luring call, like the sirens of old
That drew the poor sailors to their watery woe
I fear the call of the nightingale, fear its sad song
Drawing my heart's love in the tempest gloom
To succumb to its call, of this you should know
Will pull your poor soul to a mortal's doom
The tears that it weeps dripping in pools below
In the sky are the stars the clouds and the moon
It sees me, it draws me, and I cannot get away
That my end should draw nearer, I fear it too soon
Do you hear its calling, its drawing of you?
In the winter of our lives, blanketed with snow
It is whispering, beckoning, I warn you of this
That my heart is trapped forever, this I do know
My time on this Earth is fleeting at best
Would that I had, had foresight to know of my fall
I hear the nightingale in the mist of my life
No more of my wisdom that I can recall
I am that old man that walked on his path
Now on a rocky precipice looking out at the mist
One more step I did take into the infinite abyss
To embrace the nightingale in this last final kiss
If you hear a song out in the mist of your life
Hark of my words and of my guidance
Run back to your love as fast as you can
As for me, do not worry there is only silence
Remembering his lovers lost in the past
In his youth he was brash, in his youth he was bold
A cocky young man, but that did not last
He hears the call of the nightingale, its song is so sweet
Would she draw him to his fate for that he does not know
He fears its luring call, like the sirens of old
That drew the poor sailors to their watery woe
I fear the call of the nightingale, fear its sad song
Drawing my heart's love in the tempest gloom
To succumb to its call, of this you should know
Will pull your poor soul to a mortal's doom
The tears that it weeps dripping in pools below
In the sky are the stars the clouds and the moon
It sees me, it draws me, and I cannot get away
That my end should draw nearer, I fear it too soon
Do you hear its calling, its drawing of you?
In the winter of our lives, blanketed with snow
It is whispering, beckoning, I warn you of this
That my heart is trapped forever, this I do know
My time on this Earth is fleeting at best
Would that I had, had foresight to know of my fall
I hear the nightingale in the mist of my life
No more of my wisdom that I can recall
I am that old man that walked on his path
Now on a rocky precipice looking out at the mist
One more step I did take into the infinite abyss
To embrace the nightingale in this last final kiss
If you hear a song out in the mist of your life
Hark of my words and of my guidance
Run back to your love as fast as you can
As for me, do not worry there is only silence