Crazy Nightingale

Once by the white sea on the rocky coast of wales
Was a sad sound in the song of the nightingales
Above the bright fields, yours was the wilder song
From a dark wood, a plaint so clear and strong

The pale, unfettered breast against a thorn
How you loved to make sweet music pour

Here’s to all the hangers-on
Another round of ale
You sang your lonely life away
Crazy nightingale

I’ve heard of one bird who sang to an ancient age
That was in China, he lived in a bamboo cage
His voice was silver but yours was smooth, warm stone
On the sidewalk singing “Molly Malone”

With fiery visions that were fused to be
Such incandescent poetry

Here’s to all the hangers-on
Another round of ale
You sang your lonely life away
Crazy nightingale.

It was always the madness or the drink
You were driven to
I guess in the end those were the bars
You were singing through

Here’s to all the hangers-on
Another round of ale
You sang your lonely life away
Crazy nightingale




Written by Craig Bickhardt
2002 Stone Barn Music ASCAP