The Nightingale
Trisha Yearwood


Yesterday I thought that I walked alone
And that love was just a memory
But a nightingale, followed me back home
Where my love was waiting there for me

I had lost my faith, as lovers often do
When the storm clouds gather overhead
But the nightingale, sang a note so true
That I know, I'd lost my fear instead

And to think, that I said love was for fools
And that time would never heal these old wounds
But the nightingale, saved a prayer for me
In the twilight, he played a faithful tune

I have heard the lark, over in the vale
And I've heard the lonesome whippoorwill
But the sweetest song, is the nightingale's
And I know, I'll never get my feel

And to think, that I said love was for fools
And that time would never heal these old wounds
But the nightingale, saved a prayer for me
In the twilight, he played a faithful tune

But the nightingale, saved a prayer for me
In the twilight, he played a faithful tune

Nightingale~
Wooh woo woo wooh

Nightingale~
Wooh woo woo wooh

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