[Verse 1 — Intimate, thoughtful]
I only went to clear my mind,
To think of what was said,
Some words are easy to forgive,
But linger in your head.
I needed time, I needed space,
To let the hurt subside,
So I walked beyond the village hall,
With no one by my side.
[Verse 2 — Quietly unfolding]
The fading light was falling,
Across the fields of green,
The evening held its silence,
In places seldom seen.
Then somewhere in the shadows,
Beyond the winding lane,
A song rose through the stillness,
And made me stop again.
[Verse 3 — Wonder and discovery]
For one brief moment, time stood still,
I scarcely dared to breathe,
A sound so pure, so beautiful,
From somewhere in the leaves.
One note became a thousand more,
Each sweeter than before,
They tumbled through the evening air,
Then rose to sing once more.
[Verse 4 — The splendour]
It rose like silver through the air,
Then fell like summer rain,
A thousand notes from nowhere came,
Then silence fell again.
It came trembling like a whispered prayer,
Then soared beyond the trees,
As though the evening held its breath,
And savoured the melodies.
[Chorus 1 — Warm, soaring, deeply soulful]
Oh, what a sound, what a glorious sound,
What splendour filled the air,
It lifted every sorrow high,
And held it gently there.
No words could ever tell the tale,
No earthly voice command,
Such beauty from the unseen world,
That touched me like a hand.
[Verse 5 — Almost sacred]
Each note a gentle, sweet caress,
Divine beyond compare,
As though God spoke through tenderness,
And left His music in the air.
[Bridge — Delicate, gradually fading]
Then silence claimed the evening air,
The final echoes gone,
But somewhere in the world out there,
That beauty travelled on.
[Chorus 2 — Tender, emotional, restrained]
Oh, what a sound, what a glorious sound,
Still singing in my soul,
A thousand notes of tenderness,
Had touched what words could not console.
No words could ever tell the tale,
No earthly voice command,
Such beauty from the unseen world,
That touched me like a hand.
[Final Verse — Quiet realisation]
And though the world was just the same,
My heart had learned to sing,
For somewhere in the fading light,
I’d heard a wondrous thing.
[Outro — Almost whispered, instruments fall silent]
When a nightingale sang.
Lyrics Michael Forty
Voice Catherine Forty