The song of nightingale Last winter, there was a nightingale that flew by Breezed in near by the window i sat And sang a song about giant mountains of west Of a far woodland and tales of love people fear about and are obsessed An aromatic, delusive red flower on the balcony sprung up On the mystical chant of birdly song The stories i hath never heard or felt before yearned about woodland with nightingale all along Fine morning, there was no more hymning No song was heard of the enchantment of winterland Nightingale sailed away with a dawn song to her lost love's nest Hither I asked summer's rain Where had the nightingale left;nest baked on the sun all summer Did she winged alone to woodland to see great mountains and lakes? The sun will continue to shine against the window As if it were never meant to be Never mean to be loved But no worries When time shall pass i will no longer be fascinated by nightingale will no longer wait for sight & her enc...