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