It's midnight in the city, a gently falling rain, just the odd car passing and 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 stand stands out above the rest continually it's heard. Even in the darkest hours the singing of a bird
I know not what its looks like if its colourful or drab
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 tremendous choir is heard, no human intervention just a choir of singing birds
It's with reluctance that I leave this place with the coming of the light but later I'll be back once more to hear her singing through the night