[Dedicated to Carl Anderson (1945-2004)]

I built my house beside the wood

So I could hear you singing
And it was sweet and it was good
And love was all beginning

Fare thee well my nightingale
'Twas long ago I found you
Now all your songs of beauty fail

The forest closes 'round you
The sun goes down behind a veil
'Tis now that you would call me

So rest in peace my nightingale
Beneath your branch of holly
Fare thee well my nightingale

I lived but to be near you
Tho' you are singing somewhere still
I can no longer hear you