Nightingale, nightingale, fluttered wings of white,
Fly in shadows of the moon,
Upon my window perch tonight
Nightingale, Nightingale, sing your praise of song.
Oh softly whisper secrets in mine ear from
morn till noon till dawn.
Nightingale, Nightingale, nought sleepy in your stead.
Dream a note for me, sweetly, softly and nocturnal in my bed.