Chris de Burgh - The Nightingale

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