文本歌词

The Nightingale - Chris De Burgh
Love burns in a young man's heart
He would give her the moon and the stars
And all the Treasures of the Pharaohs for a moment in her arms;
To the Ball with him she will go if her brings a red red rose
But there is only a rose of white in his garden green;
And calling up to the sky the birds heard his lonely cry;
'Sing for her sweet Nightingale tell her of my love
Bring for her sweet Nightingale a red red rose of love;
Said the tree to the Nightingale
'Upon this thorn you must impale your heart
And then the blood will turn this white rose red;'
All night the little bird sang
But in the morning she was gone
And beside her on the ground lay a red red rose;
When the boy found it there joy came from his despair;
'You sang for her sweet Nightingale
You told her of my love
You bring for her sweet Nightingale
This red red rose of love;'
So he brought her the beautiful rose
'To the Ball with me you will go '
'But no ' she said 'I have jewels instead
Another has won my heart and from you
Now I must part so take your foolish rose and go '
Sing for her sweet Nightingale
Sing from Heaven above
Bring for her sweet Nightingale
The wisdom that is love the wisdom that is love