Bill Monroe - The First Whippoorwill lyrics

rate me

Springtime is near my darling

You say that you are going away

My heart will be with you my darling

And IÂ'm counting now the days

I know that soon IÂ'll have to travel

I know IÂ'm over the hill

I feel so all alone my darling said sheÂ'd be gone

When I heard that first whippoorwill

The flowers are blooming little darling

With the budding of the trees

I hear the night birds a crying

I know that they are warning me

Our love was planted little darling

Just like the farmer plants his grain

But there will never be a harvest

On the hills the whippoorwills now sing