It's midnight in the city, a gently falling rain
Just the odd car passing,  the distant rumble of a train

I sit here and listen to the creatures of the night
Listen because I can't see them for they stay out of sight

One sound stands out above the rest, continually it's heard
Even on the darkest night the singing of a bird

I know not what it looks like, colourful or drab
It doesn't realy matter because the songs are never sad



All night she sings while others sleep, her songs so loud and clear
Bringing happiness in the darkness to all who are there to hear

Why does she sing her sweet refrain through the hours of the night?
Perhaps she sings for those of us who have to stay awake

Then come the early morning light and a mighty choir is heard
No human intervention but a choir of singing birds

It's with reluctance that I must leave here with the coming of the light
But later I'll be back once more to hear her singing through the night