Now that you're gone, I remember
Washed out sounds of the radio
It was such a romantic affair
And we kissed and said goodnight
A nightingale sang in Barkley Square
A nightingale sang in Barkley Square
My [?] sea-comb, it was broken in the washroom
I wrapped the ears up in an oily rag
So my memories of that day [?] about nothing
My brother returning from the undertaker's
And his hair was white
Under the soft snow
Not seeing me
Not seeing the vacancy
Where the grief has to go
Now that you're gone, I remember
The washed out sounds of the radio
It was such a romantic affair
And we kissed and said goodnight
A nightingale sang in Barkley Square
A nightingale sang in Barkley Square

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