Yesterday I thought that I walked alone
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And that love was just a memory
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But a nightingale
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Followed me back home
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Where my love was
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Waiting there for me
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I have lost my faith as lovers often do
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When the storm clouds gather overhead
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But a nightingale sang a note so true
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That I knew I’d lost my fear instead
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And to think that I said
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Love was for fools
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And that time would never heal
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These old wounds
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But the nightingale saved a prayer for me
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In the twilight, he played a faithful true
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I have heard the lark over the vale
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And I’ve heard the lonesome whippoorwill
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But the sweetest song is the nightingale’s
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And I know I’ll never get my fill
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And to think that I said love for fools and that time would never heal these old wounds
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But the nightingale saved a prayer for me
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In the twilight, he played a faithful tune
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The Nightengale
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| Jennifer Warnes |
