The Nightingale - Chris De Burgh

Love burns in a young man’s heart

He would give her the moon and the stars

And all the treasures of the pharaohs for a moment in her arms

To the ball with him she will go if her brings a red red rose

But there is only a rose of white in his garden green

And calling up to the sky the birds heard his lonely cry

«sing for her sweet nightingale tell her of my love

Bring for her sweet nightingale a red red rose of love

Said the tree to the nightingale

«upon this thorn you must impale your heart

And then the blood will turn this white rose red»

All night the little bird sang

But in the morning she was gone

And beside her on the ground lay a red red rose

When the boy found it there joy came from his despair

«you sang for her sweet nightingale

You told her of my love

You bring for her sweet nightingale

This 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 instead

Another has won my heart and from you

Now I must part so take your foolish rose and go!»

Sing for her sweet nightingale

Sing from heaven above

Bring for her sweet nightingale

The wisdom that is love the wisdom that is love