Chris de Burgh "The Nightingale" Слова песни

The Nightingale

Love burns in a young man's heartHe would give her the moon and the starsAnd all the treasures of the pharaohs forA moment in her arms

To the ball with him she will goIf he brings her a red, red roseBut there is only a rose of whiteIn his garden green

And calling up to the skyThe birds heard his lonely cry:

"Sing for her, sweet nightingaleTell her of my loveBring for her, sweet nightingaleA red, red rose of love"

Said the tree to the nightingale:"Upon this thorn you must impaleYour heart, and then the bloodWill turn this white rose red"

All night the little bird sangBut in the morning she was goneAnd beside her on the groundLay a red, red rose

When the boy found it thereJoy came from his despair:

"You sang for her, sweet nightingaleYou told her of my loveYou bring for her, sweet nightingaleThis 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 insteadAnother has won my heartAnd from you now I must partSo take your foolish rose and go!"

Sing for her, sweet nightingaleSing from heaven aboveBring for her, sweet nightingaleThe wisdom that is loveThe wisdom that is love

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