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Last night the nightingale woke me,

Last night when all was still;

It sang in the golden moonlight,

From out the woodland hill.

I opened my window so gently,

I looked on the dreaming dew,

And oh! the bird, my sweet angel,

was singing, singing of you.

 

I think of you in the daytime,

I dream of you by night,

I wake and I wish you were here Love,

and tears are blinding my sight.

 

Oh think not I can forget you,

believe in the power of love.

I see you in all around me,

the stream, the forest,

the flowers, the stars above the blue.

 

Oh Heaven itself my sweet angel

is praying, praying for you.

 

I love you and I miss you