A house of gold With windows all Black as night Black as night A sight of home Illusive walls Wears me out The bare, ringing bells grinds the day Leaving meaning at the door I heard the voice of a nightingale Calling us all back home And as a thousand heights fall down Beside the withering road I heard the voice of a nightingale Calling us all back home Bare, ringing bells as you walk away As you walk away I heard the voice of a nightingale Voice of a nightingale Bare, ringing bells as you walk away As you walk away I heard the voice of a nightingale Voice of a nightingalе