When It's Time for the Whipporwill to Sing Songtext
von Jim Greer & The Mac-O-Chee Valley Folks

Oh, the stars and the silvery moon is shining
All around there′s a sweetness of the spring
But I'm sad, and in loneliness I′m pinin'
, For the one I know I'll never see again
How 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 whip-poor-will to sing
Then I left with the thought I′d be returnin'
Soon to her with the wealth and joy I′d bring
I returned, but too late and now I'm pinin′
, She has gone and in loneliness I'll sing
How 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 whip-poor-will to sing
I remember the night she made the promise
And those 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 whip-poor-will to sing
How 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 whip-poor-will to sing
When it's time for the whip-poor-will to sing