Judy Collins - Nightingale i

^GJacob’s heart ^Cbent with ^Gfear ^C Like a ^Gbow with death^C for its ar^Drow ^Am In ^Dvain he searched ^Gfor the ^Cfinal ^Gtruth ^Am To set his ^Gsoul free of ^Ddoubt ^G

Over the moun^Ctains he ^Gwalked ^C With his ^Ghead bent, ^Csearching for rea^Dsons ^{Am D} Then he called ^Gout to ^Cgod for ^Ghelp ^C And climbed to the ^Gtop of a ^Dhill ^Em

Wind swept the sunlight through the wheat ^Afields ^Em In the orchard the nightingale ^Asang While the ^Cplums that she broke with her ^Fbrown beak To^Cmorrow would turn in to ^Dsongs ^G

Then she flew up ^Cthrough the ^Grain ^C With the ^Gsun silver ^Cbright on her fea^Dthers ^{Am D} Jacob put ^Gback his ^Cfrowns and ^Gsighed ^C And walked ^Gback down the ^Bmhill God doesn’t ^Canswer me and ^Am And he never ^Gwil^Cl__^G___^C_ ^{G C D}