At the sight of the moon
On the blazing horizon
The nightbirds float out
Once again

And they ring in my ear
As they sing by the clear
Oh so sweetly, no doubt
Could remain

In the winter, few stay
Past the light of the day
For the frost is cruel to
Those who brave it

But those em'rald paved hills
And that wild blushing sky--
I could not turn my back
And betray it!

How the stars blink away
How they pulse,
Bright as day

And the trees start to dance
If wind gives
Them the chance!

Oh but human eyes grow weak
And the flutt'ring heart
Grows weary

I cannot stay,
Dear night,
With these burdens I carry.

I must walk 'til the Sun
Comes to claim sweet Moon's throne,

I must walk 'til little nightingale
Is left singing on her own.