THE WHIPPOORWILL

He comes to me each springtime now
And sings his loving song .
The memories he brings to me
Just make me sing along .

It was so many years ago
That I first heard him call .
The most blessed sound I ever heard ,
A wonder to recall .

It was the year he came to me ,
A love out of the blue .
He was the finest man I'd known
Who loved me oh so true .

I have no tears to shed just now .
The birdie sings so gay .
I guess I shed them long ago ,
The year he passed away .

But now I hear the whippoorwill
Who sang to both of us .
And though I have no wish to cry ,
Why do I make such fuss ?

I guess it's just my memories ,
They all come streaming back .
There are so many to recall
Sometimes I just lose track .

But here he is , the whippoorwill .
Reminding me again ,
Of how it was when he loved me
As I loved him back then .

These memories are all I have .
He left so long ago .
I guess it's just the whippoorwill
Who knows I miss him so .


Greenwolfe 1962