Jacob's heart bent with fear
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Like a bow with death for its arrow
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In Vain he search for the final truth
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To set his soul free of doubt
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Over the mountains he walked
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With his head bent searching for reasons
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Then he called out to God
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For help and climbed to the top of a hill
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Wind swept the sunlight through the wheat fields
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In the orchard the nightingale sang
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While the plums that she broke with her brown beak
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Tomorrow would turn in to songs
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Then she flew up through the rain
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With the sun silver bright on her feathers
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Jacob put back his frowns and sighed and walked
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Back down the hill
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God doesn't answer me and
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He never will
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Nightingale I
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| Judy Collins |
