Love burns in a young man's heart
He would give her the moon and the stars
And all the Treasures of the Pharaohs for a moment in her arms

To the Ball with him she will go, if he brings her a red, red rose
But there is only a rose of white in his garden green
And calling up to the sky, the birds heard his lonely cry

"Sing for her sweet Nightingale, tell her of my love
Bring for her sweet Nightingale a red, red rose of love"

Said the tree to the Nightingale
"Upon this thorn you must impale 
Your heart and then the blood will turn this white rose red"

All night, the little bird sang,  but in the morning she was gone
And beside her on the ground lay a red, red rose
When the boy found it there, joy came from his despair

You sang for her, sweet Nightingale, you told her of my love
You bring for her, sweet Nightingale this red, red rose of love

So he brought her the beautiful rose
"To the Ball with me you will go"
"But no," she said, "I have jewels instead
Another has won my heart 
And from you now I must part 
So take your foolish rose and go"

Sing for her sweet Nightingale, sing from Heaven above
Bring for her sweet Nightingale, the wisdom that is love
The wisdom that is love