Judy Collins – Nightingale lyrics
Album: Whales and Nightinggales
Jacob's heart bent with fear,
like a bow stirs for its arrow;
In vain he searched for the final truth
to set his soul free of doubt.
Over the mountains he walked,
With his head bent searching for reasons;
Then he cried out to God for help,
and climbed to the top of a hill.
Wind swept the sunlight through the wheatfield;
In the orchard, the nightingale sang,
while the plums that she broke
with her brown beak,
tomorrow will turn into song.
Then she flew up through the rain,
with the sun silver-bright on her feathers
Jacob put back his frowns and sighed,
and walked back down the hill,
"God doesn't answer me,
and He never will."
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