Laura Veirs - Nightingale

^EmNightingale s^Ging Though it's ^Amblacker than the b^Cog ^AmNightingale s^Ding to me I ^Gneed to hear your s^Among

^EmNightingale ^Gcome And ^Amperch upon my ^Ctree A ^Amterrifying ^Dlight's Been ^Gflashing over m^Ame

I ^Dwould not bear to^G rest I ^Amwould not dare to^C dream Till the ^Amnightingale c^Dame And sang a ^Gsong for ^Amme

She'll ^Emsing above the b^Glasts And the ^Amclothing singed by f^Cire She'll ^Amsing above the b^Dlack smoke Rising ^Gfrom the funeral p^Amyre

Her ^Emheart a field in b^Gloom Her ^Amheart a sacred s^Cnow Her ^Amheart a mirror b^Dlinding All the ^Ggreedy as they g^Amo

I ^Dwould not bear to^G rest I ^Amwould not dare to^C dream Till the ^Amnightingale c^Dame And sang a ^Gsong for ^Amme

I ^Emcannot help but w^Gant To ^Amsodder all the p^Carts ^AmSodder back tog^Dether All the ^Gshattered h^Amearts

^EmNightingale c^Gome And ^Amperch upon my t^Cree The ^Amterrifying n^Dight's Been ^Gcrashing over m^Ame

I ^Dwould not bear to^G rest I ^Amwould not dare to^C dream Till the ^Amnightingale c^Dame And sang a ^Gsong for ^Amme

I ^Dwould not bear to^G rest I ^Amwould not dare to^C dream Till the ^Amnightingale c^Dame And sang a ^Gsong for ^Amme