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Lyrics (13th century English)
Translation
When the nightegale singes,
When the nightingale sings,
The wodes waxen grene:
And the woods wax green:
Lef and grass and blosme springes
I expect, the leaves and the blades of grass,
In Averil, I wene;
And blossoms to spring up, in April;
(And) love is to min herte gon
And so love has shot through my heart
With one spere so kene:
With a spear so honed
Night and day my blod it drinkes;
That night and day it drinks my blood
Min herte deth me tene.
And my heart grieves.
Translation
When the nightegale singes,
When the nightingale sings,
The wodes waxen grene:
And the woods wax green:
Lef and grass and blosme springes
I expect, the leaves and the blades of grass,
In Averil, I wene;
And blossoms to spring up, in April;
(And) love is to min herte gon
And so love has shot through my heart
With one spere so kene:
With a spear so honed
Night and day my blod it drinkes;
That night and day it drinks my blood
Min herte deth me tene.
And my heart grieves.
Naturally
I remember our old neighborhood
Everyone there, they understood
You could wind up stranded in the lost and found
So you better stick together if you want to stick around
Now me and the boys got our own little plan
Somebody out there will understand
And we'll have the world in the palm of our had
I never walk alone, I never walk alone
It isn't what you've got it's who you know
We take that with us wherever we go
We stick together and we have our fun
You know we're taking our days one by one
And when there's trouble in my face
I'm a tired runner in the human race
It's so good to see a familiar face
I never walk alone, I never walk alone