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 t was 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 though you are singing somewhere still i can no longer hear you