Nightingale

Stay as we fly, to the scarlet sky
Or truth of love we sown, through skin and bones
There you walk the sea, the floating side of me
Gone, dying out

We die young, our eyes will go
Die, sorry, but go!
Uh, uh, oh, oh

This will look lovely tonight close to our fire
Never looking out, bravery are the signs
Will the heads be rolled? We gave her
Will you take my love, my love

We die young, our eyes will go
Die, sorry, but go!
It's in the wake of it all
We find crying

Oh, nightingale, sing t me the sour verse you will
Here, won't be long, and though our bodies will go
We'll be together still

We die young, our eyes will go
Die, sorry, but go!
It's in the wake of it all
We find crying