Dear Little Nightengale - Michael Franks

Dear little nightingale, how come you’re cryin'?

Have you forgotten the sky you’ve been flyin' in?

Both of us lonely, but can beggars be choosers?

We’re singers of song but as lovers we’re losers

Dear little nightingale, love is illusion

Paradise changes into pain and confusion

I’ve had enough of all this sensual poetry

We should fly higher and find us a bo tree

Dear little nightingale, we make the tunes rhyme

And we sing alone in all this madness and moonshine

Off in the distance our own galaxy’s glistening

And I know that somewhere the light must be listening