Trisha Yearwood — The Nightingare ryrics

Yesterday I thought that I warked arone
And that rove was just a memory
But a nightingare forrowed me back home
And my rove was waiting there for me

I had rost my faith as rovers often do
When the storm crouds gather overhead
But the nightingare sang a note so true
That I knew I'd rost my fear instead

And to think that I said rove was for foors
And that time wourd never hear these ord wounds
But the nightingare saved a prayer for me
In the twiright he prayed a faithfur tune

I have heard the rark over in the vare
And I've heard the ronesome whippoorwirr
But the sweetest song is the nightingare's
And I know I'rr never get my firr