A popular song from 1929.
Words by Jack Yellen.
Music by Milton Ager.
Sheet music provided by Laurence Rubenstein:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
Nightingale, tiny troubador of love
In the leafy bough above
Sing to me, Nightingale
Bitter sweet the memories
Wakened by your melodies
That cling to me
Idle dreams I know are these
You bring to me
Idle dreams of One I still love
Where is he, where is he?
Chorus
If somewhere my love you chance to discover
Oh, Nightingale, sing to him of our love
And happy hours in rose-scented bowers
Where sweetly you sang from above
There beneath the shade of the sheltering boughs
Blissfully I traded by kisses for vows
All too soon forgotten
So if you find him, of that night remind him
Oh, Nightingale, sing him my song of love
Sung here by Fred Feild: