yesterday i thought that i walked alone and that love was just a memory but a nightingale followed me back home and my love was waiting there for me i had lost my faith as lovers often do when the storm clouds gather overhead but the nightingale sang a note so true that i knew i d lost my fear instead and to think that i said love was for fools and that time would never heal these old wounds but the nightingale saved a prayer for me in the twilight he played a faithful tune i have heard the lark over in the vale and i ve heard the lonesome whippoorwill but the sweetest song is the nightingale s and i know i ll never get my fill 
['contemporary country', 'country', 'country dawn', 'country road']