Sing to me, sweet nightingale
Sing and drive my fears away;
Sleeping's but a game with death--
I might wake up, I might not.
If I don't wake with the sun
My soul will still be grateful
For 'twas your song that gave it
Peace in eternal slumber.
But if I get to wake up
It will be another day
And tonight's rest will make it
Much different from today.
You see, my sweet nightingale,
One thing is true either way:
You play an important part
In my trusting taunting fate.
So please sing, sweet nightingale
Fill my ears with solitude.
Sing of love.
Sing of joy.
Sing of peace.
Sing of hope.