Last Night

Last Night
Last night the nightingale woke me,
Last night, when all was still,
It sang in the golden moonlight
From out the woodland hill.
I open'd my window so gently,
I look'd on the dreaming dew,
And, oh! the birds, my darling, were singing,
Singing of you, of you.

Oh, think not I can forget you;
I could not, if I would;
I see you in all around me,
The stream, the night, the wood,
The flowers that slumber so gently,
The stars above the blue,
Oh! Heaven itself, my darling,
Is praying, praying for you, for you.