I built my house beside the wood
So I could hear you singing
And it was sweet and it was good
And love was all beginning
Fare thee well my nightingale
′Twas long ago I found you
Now all your songs of beauty fail
The forest closes ′round you
The sun goes down behind a veil
′Tis now that you would call me
So rest in peace my nightingale
Beneath your branch of holly
Fare thee well my nightingale
I lived but to be near you
Tho′ you are singing somewhere still
I can no longer hear you