Oh, Nightingale’s soul, alike my own
You’ve gone all through the night amidst your cries
You’ve moaned as tears came rolling down your eyes
Perhaps I’ve found in you someone who’s gone!
Perhaps I’ve found in you a dream that hid
That slowly merged and locked itself in Pain…
Or maybe you’re a soul, a soul in strain
A soul that wants to love, but never did!
And hearing all this pain… I cried as well!
I wondered if, by feeling, I could tell
That sorrow has been everything but choice!
The night has heard it all and then you’ll go
As I’ll remain down here and think “my soul
Somehow has found its way out through your voice!”