• Oh beautiful nightingale
    Sing to me the songs of old
    Between the hours of twelve and twelve
    When I can hear your blessed cries
    And listen to your mournful tune

    Oh sad nightingale
    Four and twenty hours have passed
    Since you last sang to me
    Why are you so silent?
    Please sing to me your wavering song
    Allow me to listen to your melody of the ancients

    Oh silent nightingale
    Your presence lingers, but you are gone
    My voice drifts away on the wind
    Telling of your mournful tales
    Five and ten years have passed
    Yet your evanescent tune still rings in my ears
    I still cry heavy tears
    Raindrops steadily falling in your missing existence