My Nightingale

Listen to my nightingale

As she's sing a little tune

Through the winters rain and hail

Or the warm summer months of June

Come listen to my nightingale

When she stands proudly on her perch

To cheer up anyone that weep or wail

As they lose on long lifes search

Dare listen to my nightingale

You'll be her slave for forever

Her voice will be strong not frail

To curse, for she is clever

Listen to my nightingale

As she's sing a little tune

Through the winters rain and hail

Or the warm summer months of June