THERE'S A WHIPPOORWILL A-CALLING (H. MacKnight & Charles H. Roth) As recorded by Vernon Dalhart & Carson Robison, Victor 21644-A, 1928.
1. Lonesome city of gold, I have made up my mind. All the riches I own, all the love I can find Are for someone so dear waiting silent and lone Who will smile all the while when I wander back home.
2. There's a whippoorwill a-callin' in the honeysuckle vine. Evenin' shadows softly fallin' 'round that dear old home of mine, And the grass is white with blossoms underneath the apple tree. I must wander way back yonder where my mother waits for me.
3. Lonesome evenin's in town, won't you come to an end? I have all that I want but I'm missing a friend; And the shadows of night seem to beckon me so Through the years and the tears to the long, long ago.