Moonlit Missive #30: 'Tenrils of the Vine'
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โฑ๏ธ 4:05 duration
๐ ID: 11003533
๐ Lyrics
I have seen the nightingale
Singing in the moonlight
Free, the nightingale
Did not know that upon him I spied
He interrupts himself at times
His head inclined
As if he's listening
Within himself to the length
Of a note that's died down
Then swelling up his throat
He takes his song again
With all his might
His head thrown back
The picture of amorous despair
He sings just to sing
He sings such lovely things
That he does not know
Anymore what it was
That they were meant to say
But I can still hear through
The melancholy notes
The piping of a flute
The quivering, crystalline trills
In clear vigorous cries
I can still hear the first
Innocent and frightened
Song of the nightingale
Caught within
The tendrils of the vine
Singing in the moonlight
Free, the nightingale
Did not know that upon him I spied
He interrupts himself at times
His head inclined
As if he's listening
Within himself to the length
Of a note that's died down
Then swelling up his throat
He takes his song again
With all his might
His head thrown back
The picture of amorous despair
He sings just to sing
He sings such lovely things
That he does not know
Anymore what it was
That they were meant to say
But I can still hear through
The melancholy notes
The piping of a flute
The quivering, crystalline trills
In clear vigorous cries
I can still hear the first
Innocent and frightened
Song of the nightingale
Caught within
The tendrils of the vine
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:19.88] I have seen the nightingale
[00:25.11] Singing in the moonlight
[00:28.08] Free, the nightingale
[00:32.09] Did not know that upon him I spied
[00:40.96] He interrupts himself at times
[00:45.44] His head inclined
[00:47.90] As if he's listening
[00:51.85] Within himself to the length
[00:55.21] Of a note that's died down
[01:04.29] Then swelling up his throat
[01:07.56] He takes his song again
[01:11.53] With all his might
[01:15.83] His head thrown back
[01:18.04] The picture of amorous despair
[01:24.89] He sings just to sing
[01:27.34] He sings such lovely things
[01:30.98] That he does not know
[01:35.95] Anymore what it was
[01:39.35] That they were meant to say
[02:04.30] But I can still hear through
[02:07.89] The melancholy notes
[02:10.76] The piping of a flute
[02:14.94] The quivering, crystalline trills
[02:20.31] In clear vigorous cries
[02:26.43] I can still hear the first
[02:31.06] Innocent and frightened
[02:34.76] Song of the nightingale
[02:38.85] Caught within
[02:41.61] The tendrils of the vine
[03:00.17]
[00:25.11] Singing in the moonlight
[00:28.08] Free, the nightingale
[00:32.09] Did not know that upon him I spied
[00:40.96] He interrupts himself at times
[00:45.44] His head inclined
[00:47.90] As if he's listening
[00:51.85] Within himself to the length
[00:55.21] Of a note that's died down
[01:04.29] Then swelling up his throat
[01:07.56] He takes his song again
[01:11.53] With all his might
[01:15.83] His head thrown back
[01:18.04] The picture of amorous despair
[01:24.89] He sings just to sing
[01:27.34] He sings such lovely things
[01:30.98] That he does not know
[01:35.95] Anymore what it was
[01:39.35] That they were meant to say
[02:04.30] But I can still hear through
[02:07.89] The melancholy notes
[02:10.76] The piping of a flute
[02:14.94] The quivering, crystalline trills
[02:20.31] In clear vigorous cries
[02:26.43] I can still hear the first
[02:31.06] Innocent and frightened
[02:34.76] Song of the nightingale
[02:38.85] Caught within
[02:41.61] The tendrils of the vine
[03:00.17]