The Whip-Poor-Will's Song

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H. J. Wehman, Song Publisher, 50 Chatham St., N. Y.

The Whip-Poor-Will’s Song

Oh! meet me when daylight is fading,
And is darkening into the night,
When the song-birds are singing their vespers,
And the day has far vanished from sight.
And then I will tell to you, darling,
All the love I have cherished so long,
If you will but meet me at evening,
When you hear the first whip-poor-will’s song.

’Tis said whatever sweet feelings
May be throbbing within a fond heart,
When listening to whip-poor-will’s singing
For a twelve-month will never depart;
So then we will meet in the woodland,
Far away from the hurrying throng,
And whisper our love to each other
When we hear the first whip-poor-will’s song.

And in the long years of the future,
Though our duties may part us a while,
And on the return of this evening
We be served by many a mile;
Yet deep in our bosoms we’ll cherish
The affection so fervent and strong.
We pledged to each other this evening,
When we heard the first whip-poor-will’s song.

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