THE WHIPPOORWILL SONG Words, Fanny J. Crosby. Music, F. Hale.
1. When Spring returns with her buds and flow'rs And all is glad and gay, 'Tis then the voice of the whippoorwill Rings out its tuneful lay.
CHORUS: Whippoorwill! Whippoorwill! Oh, list to his beautiful song, sweet song. Whippoorwill! Whippoorwill! O, list to his beautiful song, {sweet song.}*
2. I love to roam at the twilight hour, When skies are clear and bright, And hear the song of the whippoorwill That bids the world "goodnight."
3. And oh, how oft, when the golden stars Their beams around me cast, The loud, clear tones of the whippoorwill Bring back the dear old past.
4. Sing on, thou birds of the evening time, I'll ne'er forget thy strain; But wait and watch for the song I love When spring returns again.
[* There are 2 counterpoints to this last phrase: 1. Whippoorwill! Whippoorwill! 2. Beautiful evening song.]