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Waiting for the nightingale to sing,
Waiting for the harbour lights to dim;
I've been on the outside looking in,
While the widow in the window waits for him.
But he won't be back,
Can't you realize that?
And he's laughing at your sorrow.
Waiting for a ship that won't come in,
Waiting for a tear to reach her chin;
I'm knockin' but she will not let me in.
And he won't be back,
Can't you realize that?
And he's laughing at your sorrow.
How can I explain,
Your love is all in vain?
While he wastes your precious hours,
I could fill your days with flowers.
How can I replace the smile upon a face,
Of a lover that I can never be?
How can I begin to make you love again,
And try to make you see?
And he won't be back,
Can't you realize that?
And he's laughing at your sorrow.
How can I explain,
Your love is all in vain?
While he wastes your precious hours,
I could fill your days with flowers.
Flowers.
Flowers.
Flowers.
Flowers.
Flowers.
Flowers.
Flowers.
Flowers.
Flowers.
Flowers.