The Song Cry of the Whippoorwill
The song of the Wippoorwill
cries to the sky above.
Lonely was he, looking for his
long lost love.
Lovely sounds that resonate.
Wishing for his long lost mate.
Each night he wonders why?
His calls, unanswered with
no reply.
Oh where my love are you
tonight?
I'm calling, calling till morning
light.
His little heart cant take much
more.
It is she, that he adores.
Evenings are long as he still
waits.
Time well tell his coming fate.
In his search he did not know.
His Love, another, Whippoorrwill
stole.
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