Nightingale, how much gold, to own your sugared song?

A melancholy lullaby that lulls me to my slumber long

Nightingale my gilded cage is waiting here for you

With sweetened almonds, crystal spring and milky honey dew

Nightingale I promise you, I’d adorn you when you sing

A ruby ring upon your claw and diamonds on your wings

A thorny crown of sapphires upon your feathered head

And emeralds scattered at your feet in your little downy bed

Nightingale you hesitate and gaze from your silver birch

You wouldn’t swap your windswept nights for a warm and golden perch

So spread your wings and fly away, alone in the dawn washed sky

Your much loved song will echo long, after the day we say goodbye