There was a little tiny grey forest bird
She wasn’t happy as she couldn’t sing
The bird had a word and wished to be heard
The air felt bitter with a cold silent sting
Oh sweet nightingale
Tell your fairy tale
One day she sat down on a big Christmas tree
In front of the church with the windows so wide
She looked through the glass wishing to be free
When heard Heavens melodies entered her mind
Sing sweet nightingale
When night’s growing pale
She suddenly spread feathers building up her wings
And flew to the golden sun-shimmering dome
Then rays touched her necklace, it’s broken — she sings
And sits on a cross praising loudly Lords home
Of gold nightingale
Came true your dream-tale
Music Video https://youtu.be/oOCxUMTqlDk?si=FnQJNMYtReV0bWLM
Sweet Nightingale
© Copyright: Хельга Блэк, 2026
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