The Nightingale

The Emperor's garden

Of gold and crimson hues

Was a prision to a nightingale

Who sang of love

A love she dreamed of

One stormy night

Her cage fell to the ground

On a wind so cold it carried knives

Flying so righ

She touched the sky

Never looking back to the see the sadness

That she left behind

Never Knowing where the moon

Would guide her

As the night turns to day

And the stars kneel to pray

You can almost hear her song of life

Each passing day,the Emperor grew pale

Having lost his only sunshine

A broken heart tore him apart

One final breath was taken with a smile

As the velvet song of the nightingale

Flew so high

Piercing the sky

Never looking back to the see the sadness

That she left behind

Never Knowing where the moon

Would guide him

As the night turns to day

And the stars kneel to pray

You can almost hear her song of life

Throught the clouds on the mountains high

Lonely winds sing a lullaby

As the nightingale returns once more

Never looking back to the see the sadness

That she left behind

Never Knowing where the moon

Would guide her

As the night turns to day

And the stars kneel to pray

You can almost hear her song of life

Throught the clouds on the mountains high

Lonely winds sing a lullaby

As the nightingale returns once more