Last night I heard a nightingale That sang not three yards from my head She did it so sweet and low I thought I must be dreaming Or she and me were dead Well I left her a silent secret And the seed that was watered alone Seems so much more real loving Oh than my whole heart Has ever known And wildwood lady I'm sorry But you just won't fly out of my mind Oh maybe you've just forgotten Now you're spinning like a sycamore Trying to get it on this time Wish I could hang all my cares On your saddle And toss them off one by one I won't mind if we all spin Round laughing long as sister you and me stay here for the sun Well I have no need for fine linen Or a batman to shine my shoes And as for those heads of all nations You know when I chase a lady I very often lose But I can sing you a song of your choosing If I don't know the words whistle a tune I'll give you the gifts I am able It's a smiling sun and a drunkard's moon