Trisha Yearwood - The nightingale

Yesterday I ^Amthought ^Fthat I walked a^Clone And that ^Amlove was ^Fjust a memo^Gry But a ^Cnightin^Amgale ^Ffollowed me back ^Chome And my ^Amlove was ^Fwaiting ^Gthere for ^Cme ^{F C}

I had lost my ^Amfaith as ^Flovers often ^Cdo When the ^Amstorm clouds ^Fgather over^Ghead But the ^Cnightin^Amgale ^Fsang a note so ^Ctrue That I ^Amknew I'd ^Flost my ^Gfear in^Cstead ^{F C}

And to think that ^AmI said ^Flove was for ^Cfools And that time would ^Amnever heal ^Fthese ^Dold w^Gounds But the ^Cnightingale ^Amsaved a ^Fprayer for ^Cme In the ^Amtwilight ^Fplayed a ^Gfaithful ^Ctune ^{F C}

I have heard the ^Amlark ^Fover in the ^Cvale And I've ^Amheard the ^Flonesome whippoor^Gwill But the ^Csweetest ^Amsong ^Fis the nightin^Cgale's And I ^Amknow I'll ^Fnever ^Gget my ^Cfill ^{F C}

And to think that ^AmI said ^Flove was for ^Cfools And that time would ^Amnever heal ^Fthese ^Dold w^Gounds But the ^Cnightingale ^Amsaved a ^Fprayer for ^Cme In the ^Amtwilight ^Fplayed a ^Gfaithful ^Ctune ^{F C} But the nightin^Amgale ^Csaved a prayer for me In the ^Amtwilight he ^Fplayed a ^Gfaithful ^Ctune ^{D7 G7 C}