Whip-Poor-Will

Memory takes me back a way
To an early childhood day
Where I stood in a little wood
The day was fated

I remember oh so well
Trolling in the dusty dell
I would thrill because the whip-poor-will
Was serenading

Thrilling
Our stars were rapidly filling
Because

Whip-poor-will
I used to love to hear you call to me
Whip-poor-will
I know he meant the world and all to me

When the sun has gone to rest
I can hear you from your nest
Whip-poor-will

You used to whipple tenderly
And then the moon would sing
Above the branches of the trees above
You would sing
Your faint little melodies of love

Now that you're no longer near
In my dreams I still can hear
Whip-poor-will
Hear the calling to me

Now that you're no longer near
In my dreams I still can hear
Whip-poor-will
Hear the calling to me