When It's Time for the Whippoorwill to Sing

Oh the stars and the silver moon is shining
All around is the sweetness of the spring
But I’m sad and in loneliness, I’m pining
For the one I know I will never see again
Oh I long for the day when I shall meet her
If it be where the angels sweetly sing
She is mine and the thought of her grows sweeter
When it’s time for the whipporwills to sing
When I left with the thought I’d be returning
Soon to her with the welcome joy I bring
I return, but too late, and now I’m yearning
She is gone and in loneliness, I sing
Oh I long for the day when I shall meet her
If it be where the angels sweetly sing
She is mine and the thought of her grows sweeter
When it’s time for the whipporwills to sing
I remember the night she made the promise
And these words said to me, great joy did bring
I’ll be true and you know you’ll find me waiting
When it’s time for the whipporwills to sing
Oh I long for the day when I shall meet her
If it be where the angels sweetly sing
She is mine and the thought of her grows sweeter
When it’s time for the whipporwills to sing