[dedicated to carl anderson (1945-2004)]
i built my house beside the wood
so i could hear you singing
and it was sweet and it was good
and love was all beginning
fare thee well my nightingale
'twas long ago i found you
now all your songs of beauty fail
the forest closes 'round you
the sun goes down behind a veil
'tis now that you would call me
so rest in peace my nightingale
beneath your branch of holly
fare thee well my nightingale
i lived but to be near you
tho' you are singing somewhere still
i can no longer hear you |