Beginning of the night

When the night begins
The nightingale full of joy sings

The world searches its heart
and finds the eye, and the heart for the start

I'm alone at the house at the end of the road
searching for someone to tell me how to do right
There is no one in the beginning of the night

The choir sings falsely of sadness
I'm crying underneath the stars
with a broken heart

The forest is near
And I'm full of fear

I like to be around trees
everytime a friend leaves