Moonlit Missive 30 Tendrils Of The Vine

| Am | Am | G | F | Em | Am Am I have seen the nightingale G Singing in the moonlight, free, the nightingale F Em Did not know that upon him I spied Am Am He interrupts himself at times G His head inclined as if he's listening F Am Em Within himself to the length of a note that's died down Am Then swelling up his throat Am G He takes his song again with all his might F Am His head thrown back the picture of amorous despair Am He sings just to sing Am G He sings such lovely things that he does not know F Am Anymore what it was that they were meant to say | Am | Am | G | F | Em | Am But I can still hear through Am G The melancholy notes, thе piping of a flute F Am Em The quivering, the crystallinе trills in clear vigorous cries Am I can still hear the first Am G Innocent and frightened song of the nightingale F Em Caught within the tendrils of the vine F Am Caught within the tendrils of the vine | Am | Am | G | F | Em | F | Am But I can still hear through Am G The melancholy notes, thе piping of a flute F Am Em The quivering, the crystallinе trills in clear vigorous cries Am I can still hear the first Am G Innocent and frightened song of the nightingale F Em Caught within the tendrils of the vine F Am Caught within the tendrils of the vine