Colin Bell/ Song of the Nightingale



	For they had come from afar
	To capture the bird
	And the song they had heard
	-Did they not understand:

	The nightingale was part of the forest
	Was the heart of the forest
	And the song she sang
	Was the song that rang
	In every true heart of the forest
	And little would they care
	Would the bird not be there

	If it weren`t for the song of the forest
	The land would be bare
	Would the song not be there
	For the song is the heart of the forest




	So she was singing on
	The nightingale
	In the hearts of the souls of the forest
	Though in silence she stayed
	And couldn`t be swayed
	By vain promises of her keepers
	Though her silence was pain
	It would not be in vain
	It was pain for the hearts in the forest
	For the heart that longs
	And the heart that sings
	Become one in the voice of the song



	So the silent song
	Grew to be more strong
	Than the song that had been heard
	And the silent bird
	Had a greater worth
	Than when singing - for the hearts in the forest

	So they listened well
	In this silent spell:
	The heart of the nightingale
	And the hearts of the souls in the forest
	Listen`d with bated breath
	To the song in her breast
	Of the wish to be free
	As she silently
	Sang to the hearts in the forest
	From the cage of the king
	Who didn`t know how to sing
	Nor listen to the hearts of the forest