They whisper their stories and they glance with the eye,
They look over my shoulder when I pass them
by,
My father and mother they treat me the same,
Hear the Nightingale crying in shame love in shame.
Cling to me tight love hold my hand,
The road it is long love, and harsh is the land,
That's the cross we must
carry for having no name,
Hear the Nightingale crys now in shame love in shame.
I have
wings on my feet and of love I have dreamed,
The moon and the stars, oh how friendly they seemed,
The touch of his hand
in the soft summer rain,
But the Nightingale crys now in shame love in shame.
Once in the
starlight when he held me close,
Down by the green meadows, where grew the wild rose,
The wind sang of love, oh how
sofe it's refrain,
Hear the Nightingale crying in shame love in shame.
Now hush little
darling we soon will be there,
A blanket of love will surround you with care,
No vile tongues will whisper you will
never feel pain,
Hear the Nightingale crying in shame love in shame.
How mute are the birds
now, my bonny young boy,
How deep is the river, how silent your cry,
Let the water baptise you, then we'll both hear
a name,
Hear the Nightingale sing, there's no shame, there's no shame.
