Eliza Gilkyson Solitary Singer
Dark comes down like a bird in flight
Most good people have gone to rest
But us poor fools who wake at night
When we're lonely, we sing our best
Listen and hark, out in the dark
A mockingbird in a tall tree
Busts his throat on a high sweet note
Nobody knows he's there but me
He sings his best when nobody's listening
Nobody's listening
But me
Dark comes down like a heron's wing
Honeysuckle is in the air
That's when I like to sit and sing
Nobody listens, but I don't care
Out in a swamp, by a firefly ramp
An old frog fiddles his double bass
Over the hill, a whippoorwill
Sings her note from a secret race
She sings her best when nobody's listening
Nobody's listening
But me
We sing our best when nobody's listening
Nobody's listening
But me
Dark comes down like a bird in flight
Most good people have gone to rest
But us poor fools who wake at night
When we're lonely, we sing our best
Listen and hark, out in the dark
A mockingbird in a tall tree
Busts his throat on a high sweet note
Nobody knows he's there but me
He sings his best when nobody's listening
Nobody's listening
But me
Dark comes down like a heron's wing
Honeysuckle is in the air
That's when I like to sit and sing
Nobody listens, but I don't care
Out in a swamp, by a firefly ramp
An old frog fiddles his double bass
Over the hill, a whippoorwill
Sings her note from a secret race
She sings her best when nobody's listening
Nobody's listening
But me
We sing our best when nobody's listening
Nobody's listening
(End)
