Whipporrwill Songtext
von Caroline Herring

Hey there mama
Come and sit on my windowsill
I′ll be your St. Francis
I'll be your whippoorwill
We′ll sing together through the rolling glass
While your lover makes a nest that's built to last
These are the mornings of our past
I will watch your babies born
Not from a branch or a white magnolia bloom
But a farmhouse second-floor corner room
With pieces old and new
Borrowed and blue

Daddy watched his father play and arch top guitar
Him and Uncle Clint on the porch of a grocery store
Well I don't know but I′ve been told
They sang, "You get a line, I′ll get a pole, sugar babe"


Hey there cousin
Won't you play dress up today
Or brother, slide down the stairs
Where mama threw her wedding bouquet
Mama, did you line them up and watch them fall
With a 22′ waist and deep South drawl
I bet you charmed them all

Hey there sister
Won't you come sleep in my bed
We′ll pull up all the blankets tight round our heads
And turn off the bedside table light
When I've closed my eyes and I′m sleeping tight
Don't want to stay up tonight
And we will wake up with the sun
And birds chirping from magnolia blooms
In our farmhouse second-floor corner room
With pieces old and new
Borrowed and blue