The Face of a Nightingale

You've seen the face of a nightingale
It was singing a song of peace,
You have known it for a while
Like the small wind in the trees;
You thought it was different then
As its song came peaceful through,
It sang you a most heartfelt song
And the lines were simple and true.

My peace is in the desert now
With the fire in the bush,
I'll try to reach the sky somehow
On all men's war I'll hush.

You said we all knew the beating heart
Before it died out with no name,
Like a love song in the ending
It's burning it's last of flame;
The night comes like a song of dark
In the glinting burning steel,
And death marches are playing on
With the turning of the wheel.