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