The Cambridge Carol Book/Nightingale, thy lordly lays
XLVII. NIGHTINGALE, THY LORDLY LAYS
(Nachtigall, dein edler Schall)
Nightingale, thy lordly lays
Tell the heavy-hearted
Of returning summer days,
Winter gloom departed:
At thy musick thorn and thatch
Stand with rapture smitten:
On my songster roll thy match
Still remains unwritten.