Текст песни The Songless Nightingale - Michael Giacchino

Once there was a Nightingale,
With no voice at all to hail.
Other birds would laugh and sing,
While she cried behind her wing.
One sad day she flew away,
To the woods alone to stay.
Lost there was a little boy,
Seeing him home again would bring her joy!
Silently gliding she led from above the trees.
He followed her with ease.
To the forest edge.
There a hunter saw the bird,
Aimed his gun with nary a word.
Shot her down from out the sky!
And the boy began to cry.
He returned where he'd been found.
Laid his friend within the ground.
Since he made that noble choice,
He was blessed with a fine sining voice!
From within, came to him, the Nightingale's voice.