...here's a song I learned from Cheryl Irvine in Mountain View Arkansas

Whipporwill song

Oh the stars on the silver moon are shining
All around is the sweetness of the spring
But I'm sad and in loneliness I'm pining
For the one I shall never see again
How I long for the day when I shall met her
Though it be where the angels sweetly sing
She is mine and the thought of her grows sweeter
When it's time for the whipporwill to sing
I remember the night she made the promise
And these 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 whipporwill to sing
How I long for the day when I shall meet her
Though it be where the angels sweetly sing
She is mine and the thought of her grows sweeter
When its time for the whipporwill to sing

a nice one for the autoharp...