There’s a nightingale that sings outside my window
There’s a rippling river rolling towards the sea
There’s an April wind that whispers in the willow
But still the ghost of you won’t go away
You’re forever singing in my ears

I can travel far and further
To make sure that you’re not near
Yours is still the only voice that I will hear

There is morning dew upon these fields of clover
There’s a fickle ocean resting in the bay
And though the light of day proclaims the night is over
Still the ghost of you won’t go away
You’re forever burned into my mind

I can search each waking hour
I can look ‘til I go blind
You are still the only one that I will find