Whip Poor Will Songtext
von Ethan Johns

Whippoorwill, the fleet forest guardian
Whippoorwill, still your soul with a song
And you may have no hold on me
Your tune falls hollow here
Whippoorwill, the mystery is fading
Whippoorwill, time′s been unkind
Whippoorwill, the morning is bleedin'
Whippoorwill, your scarlet hand still
And you may have no hold on me
But I am no better still
Whippoorwill, time to let go
Whippoorwill, the children must grow


Whippoorwill, the choices I made
Whippoorwill, they strewed in alone
Whippoorwill, the dreams of the fallen
Whippoorwill, where you build your home
You may have no hold on me
But I will hum your tune
Whippoorwill
Whippoorwill, harold of heaven
Whippoorwill, will you shepherd the lost?
Whippoorwill, the fleet forest guardian
Whippoorwill, I′m just passin' through
Mmmmhmm