Carole King - Nightingale

Like some ^Gmaj7night bird, homeward ^Dmaj7wingin' He s^Gmaj7eeks the sheltered ne^Dmaj7st Like the ^Gmaj7sailor's lost horizo^Dmaj7n He n^Gmaj7eeds some place to r^Dmaj7est Th^A/Be songs that he's been singin' No^G/A longer make much sense An^G6d those strangers' cold p^F#merceptions They'v^Eme killed his c^A11onfidence

Nighti^Dmaj7ngale She sails away upon ^Gmaj7a sea of song

Nighti^Dmaj7ngale She serenades his lonely, lo^Gmaj7nely life along

When his t^Emired voice is br^Bmoken His golde^Emn hope is gon^Bme She makes a^Em lost soul's simple longi^Bmng Somehow ^A11not so wrong

Night^Dmaj7ingale ^Gmaj7 Night^Dmaj7ingale ^Gmaj7

He was ^Gmaj7strong, but he was t^Dmaj7aken By the^Gmaj7 thought of his succ^Dmaj7ess Those ^Gmaj7spotlight shadows, how they^Dmaj7 lured him And to^Gmaj7ok him like all the ^Dmaj7rest

But t^A/Bhat old dream don't look good now No,^G/A it don't seem quite the same He nee^G6ds to hear a t^F#mender word Won't you ^Emsing him ho^A11me again

Night^Dmaj7ingale She sails away upon a se^Gmaj7a of song Night^Dmaj7ingale She serenades his lonely, l^Gmaj7onely life along When his s^Emtrength is slowly ^Bmgoin' His pri^Emde is all but g^Bmone She mak^Emes a foolish dr^Bmeamer listen To^A11 one last song

Nigh^Dmaj7tingale ^Gmaj7 Nigh^Dmaj7tingale ^Gmaj7