The Lost Nightingale Lyrics – Muriel Herbert

Whoever stole you from that bush of broom
I think he envied me my happiness
O little nightingale, for many a time
You lightened my sad heart from its distress

And flooded my whole soul with melody
And I would have the other birds all come
And sing along with me thy threnody
So brown and dim that little body was

But none could scorn thy singing. In that throat
That tiny throat, what depth of harmony
And all night long, ringing that changing note
What marvel if the cherubim in heaven

Continually do praise Him, when to thee
O small and happy, such a grace was given?
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Muriel Herbert Lyrics – The Lost Nightingale

Muriel Herbert

The Lost Nightingale