Chris de Burgh - The Nightingale


The Nightingale

Love burns in a young man's heart
He would give her the moon and the stars
And all the treasures of the pharaohs for
A moment in her arms
To the ball with him she will go
If he brings her a red, red rose
But there is only a rose of white
In his garden green
And calling up to the sky
The birds heard his lonely cry:
"Sing for her, sweet nightingale
Tell her of my love
Bring for her, sweet nightingale
A red, red rose of love"
Said the tree to the nightingale:
"Upon this thorn you must impale
Your heart, and then the blood
Will turn this white rose red"
All night the little bird sang
But in the morning she was gone
And beside her on the ground
Lay a red, red rose
When the boy found it there
Joy came from his despair:
"You sang for her, sweet nightingale
You told her of my love
You bring for her, sweet nightingale
This red, red rose of love"
So he brought her the beautiful rose
"To the ball with me you will go"
"But no", she said, "I have jewels instead
Another has won my heart
And from you now I must part
So take your foolish rose and go!"
Sing for her, sweet nightingale
Sing from heaven above
Bring for her, sweet nightingale
The wisdom that is love
The wisdom that is love
BurgholdBurghold द्वारा सोम, 18/09/2017 - 19:22 को जमा किया गया


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