The Nightingale and the Thief.

You were a nightingale,
I was a thief,
I could not catch you,
You were too quick on your feet.
Weightless, you soared away,
Into the early day, I was hopeless as you crept out of sight.
Into the cold and the clear and the bright.

Now I wake up to the sound of my own voice,
So I’m washed and clothed without a choice.

Soft was the heather smell,
And cool was the water there,
Gently the pleasant sun
Did sit up and start to run.
Weightless, you soared away,
Into the early day, I was hopeless as you crept out of sight.
Into the cold and the clear and the bright.

 

Now I wake up to the sound of my own voice,
So I’m washed and clothed without a choice.
Now I wake up to the sound of my own voice,
So I’m washed and clothed without a choice.

You were a nightingale,
I was a thief,
I could not catch you,
You were too quick on your feet.
Weightless, you soared away,
Into the early day, I was hopeless as you crept out of sight.
Into the cold and the clear and the bright.