Nightingale
Nightingale sings a song that he's written just for me
But I'll share with you, dear... I'm the sailor; you're the sea
A curious religion, my heart within your hands
I know that neither you nor I will ever leave again
A curious religion, my heart within your hands
I know that neither you nor I will ever leave again
We're going to build our house under the sycamore tree
We can climb up high where we can feel the breeze
And when our hearts grow old, we'll be buried there
And evermore it will shelter all we shared
Sunlit dreams 'neath the tree
Thoughts are dancing in the wind that softly blows over me
This is where love begins
A curious religion, my heart within your hands
I know that neither you nor I will ever leave again
A curious religion, my heart within your hands
I know that neither you nor I will ever leave again
We're going to build our house under the sycamore tree
And when the rain beats down, here in peace we'll sleep
And when our hearts grow old, we'll be buried there
And feed the tree that shelters all we shared
We're going to build our house under the sycamore tree
We can climb up high where we can feel the breeze
And when our hearts grow old, we'll be buried there
And evermore it will shelter all we shared
But I'll share with you, dear... I'm the sailor; you're the sea
A curious religion, my heart within your hands
I know that neither you nor I will ever leave again
A curious religion, my heart within your hands
I know that neither you nor I will ever leave again
We're going to build our house under the sycamore tree
We can climb up high where we can feel the breeze
And when our hearts grow old, we'll be buried there
And evermore it will shelter all we shared
Sunlit dreams 'neath the tree
Thoughts are dancing in the wind that softly blows over me
This is where love begins
A curious religion, my heart within your hands
I know that neither you nor I will ever leave again
A curious religion, my heart within your hands
I know that neither you nor I will ever leave again
We're going to build our house under the sycamore tree
And when the rain beats down, here in peace we'll sleep
And when our hearts grow old, we'll be buried there
And feed the tree that shelters all we shared
We're going to build our house under the sycamore tree
We can climb up high where we can feel the breeze
And when our hearts grow old, we'll be buried there
And evermore it will shelter all we shared
Credits
Writer(s): Gayle Skidmore
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