(jude johnstone) Yesterday i thought that i walked alone And that love was just a memory But a nightingale followed me back home And my love was waiting there for me I had lost my faith as lovers often do When the storm clouds gather overhead But the nightingale sang a note so true That i knew i'd lost my fear instead And to think that i said love was for fools And that time would never heal these old wounds But the nightingale saved a prayer for me In the twilight he played a faithful tune I have heard the lark over in the vale And i've heard the lonesome whippoorwill But the sweetest song is the nightingale's And i know i'll never get my fill