O, Sing Sweet Nightingale, I sing
A lonely tune is what I bring
And sitting by the windowsill
Atop a tower on a hill
Singing a lonesome melody
Hoping that someone hears my plea
A wish for love to rescue me
A prince's kiss to set me free
As I look at the setting sun
With my hair gleaming by the light
I long to be free, free to run
In the meadows, all day, all night
O, what I'd give to be out there
Where no one needs to climb my hair
O, mother, please I want to fly
Bid this lonely tower goodbye
The birds sing of this thing called love
A thing, I know, that's meant for me
One day my prince will look above
And we'll fall in love - O, what glee!
O, when, o, when, will I be free?
O, when, o, when, will he come for me?
LOve it!
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