Gayle Skidmore - Nightingale (A Trolley Show) | Текст песни

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• Nightingale (A Trolley Show)

Nightingale
sings a song
that he’s written just for me
But I’ll share
with you, dear…
I’m the sailor; you’re the sea

A curious religion,
my heart within your hands
I know
that neither you nor I will ever leave again
A curious religion,
my heart within your hands
I know
that neither you nor I
will ever leave again

We’re going to build our house under the sycamore tree
We can climb up high where we can feel the breeze
And when our hearts grow old, we’ll be buried there
And evermore it will shelter all we shared

Sunlit dreams
neath the tree
Thoughts are dancing in the wind
that softly blows
over me
This is where love begins

A curious religion,
my heart within your hands
I know
that neither you nor I will ever leave again
A curious religion,
my heart within your hands
I know
that neither you nor I will ever leave again

We’re going to build
our house under the sycamore tree
And when the rain beats down,
here in peace we’ll sleep
And when our hearts grow old,
we’ll be buried there
And feed the tree
that shelters all we shared

We’re going to build our house
under the sycamore tree
We can climb up high where
we can feel the breeze
And when our hearts grow old,
we’ll be buried there
And evermore it will
shelter all we shared

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