Outside my window the mockingbird sings, her song of gentle motherly. Ten thousand souls must hear her voice, but I know her song is meant for me. Pure and abject jealousy, I wish I owned her heart, her wings. So I could fly to you, my love, for it's a longing song she sings. A harvest moon appears tonight, it breaks the city's gloom. But shadows haunt my bed tonight, and I know that nightmares loom. Fear nothing, love, fear me the least, I will not ever leave your sight. Though we're far apart and I will lie where hearts reside. If I could pass right now, I would, into a different, better realm. Where you and I would meld as one, and moonlight's glow would never ***. My breath is shallow, sharp, and fast, much like a frightened bird's will sound. Spoke some words I should not have, now our distance gathers ground. The mockingbird is mocking me, that I'm a fool I can't deny. Sometimes a fool becomes a sage, and only love can tell you why. Fear nothing, love, fear me the least, and never fear that we will fold. Though we're far apart, one day I'll stand where true hearts hold. Fear nothing, love, fear me the least, you'll never hear a truer word. And all the lies just fly off on the wings of a mockingbird.