Solitary Singer - Eliza Gilkyson

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)