The Whip-Poor-Will's Song |
Harrison Millard, 1865
Oh, meet me when when daylight is fading, And is darkening into the night; When songbirds are singing their vespers, And the day has far vanished from sight; And then I will tell to you, darling, All the love I have cherished so long, If you will but meet me at evening, When you hear the first whip-poor-will's song. Chorus: Whip-poor-will! Whip-poor-will! You hear the first whip-poor-will's song; Oh, meet me; oh, meet me, When you hear the first whip-poor-will's song. | 2. 'Tis said that whatever sweet feeling May be throbbing within a find heart, When list'ning to whip-poor-will's singing, For a twelve-month will never depart; To then we will meet in the woodland, Far away from the hurrying throng, And whisper our love to each other, When we hear the first whip-poor-will's song. Chorus:
3. And in the long years of the future, |